Leszek Cygan’s review published on Letterboxd:
Self-impressed, messy, and ultimately ineffective.
Similarly to how Hereditary used horror to paint an intently crafted portrait of grief and trauma, the bare bones of the plot of Midsommar hold promise of a portrait of a strained, crumbling relationship. Unfortunately the impact of the story's main arc is lost as Ari Aster seems more focused on taking diversions to indulge in his random, irrelevant horror ideas that just serve to make the film overly long while simultaneously distracting from the core of the narrative and detracting from the horror of the final reveal.
(The flowers were pretty though)