Garrett Smith’s review published on Letterboxd:
A repugnant and self indulgent descent into self pity.
Ari Aster sets up an interesting and phenomenal story about loss and the realism of a perilous relationship but once that smoke clears, we are left with one of the the most idiotic and fraustrating films of the year so far.
Don’t let the pleasing aesthetic and great performances fool you...this film doesn’t understand the pain of it’s main character and doesn’t realize that it’s villianizing people with mental disorders and birth defects.
I understand that a 2.5 horror film with this much technical prowess seems like a miracle in this day and age, but that only makes what the film has to say (such as an half baked metaphor for a inflammatory relationship and the meaning of family) seem even more regressive and eye roll inducing.