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Cody Narveson’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
I first want to apologize from the bottom of my heart. I had no idea Florence Pugh was this powerful - I would have readied myself better if I did. She is extravagant in Midsommar and I can't wait to see more of her work.
Midsommar is - among many, many things - a case study of a traumatized woman coping with her trauma, as well as the general toxicity in her life. The film is very human and very cathartic, so much so that I will never refer to it as a "horror film", despite the standout traits it showcases. Additionally, Midsommar is the slowest of slow burns (which, hell yes). Narratively, things eventually go off the rails, and we stray a little too far from the thematic tethers that made the first two acts so vibrant. However, that is a super minor quibble, as this story ultimately does exactly what it needs to.
It's been a little less than a day since I saw Midsommar and the line "So are we just gonna ignore the bear, then?" has not left my head. It's said offhandedly and it's easily forgettable, but it's also perfect in so many ways.
Even knowing who Jack Reynor's character is, the man clapping in his face when he was having a bad trip is some of the rudest shit I've ever seen.
This movie beautifully illustrates an idea I've held onto all my life, which is that dancing is fucking stressful as shit.