Midsommar

It's easy to tell that this is something born out of a passion project for Aster. The concept, the lore, and the set pieces are all telling that this perverse vision of cult based horror has been schemed in his head for quite sometime. In that way Midsommar is a bit of its own marvel to behold, however what becomes apparent in the midst of all the provocation is its frequent monotony. I hate to use a word that harsh, but unlike a heavy drama that cloaks the sinister underbelly in Hereditary, Midsommar makes it clear that the drama is much more passive. And because of that the very marching and mostly engaging 2 hours and 27 minutes unravel when Aster tries to pull together his blunt grand finale.

That's my take on Midsommar as a film directed by the man who made Hereditary. One that, justifiably so by its setup, should yank me into something homely in the wrong ways. However, as a piece of horror that is meant to embed some kind of fear in me, it doesn't do a bad job at all. First and foremost, Florence Pugh and Jack Reynor are incredible, their performances are draining to the fullest extent. The horror in this film does lie in its taboos for sure, and while I often found Asters attempts to push how grotesque and strange he could get a little obnoxious, it does make for some imagery that won't leave your head. I also found the environment to be suffocating in the best way possible. I don't know if I'll end up rewatching this anytime soon. It's a thrill, but one that shows its hand quite clearly and doesn't leave much to uncover.

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