Gus Johnson’s review published on Letterboxd:
This should probably be a 3.5 but the visuals cinematography and art direction just get to me. The aesthetics of Ari Aster's second film are dazzling, hypnotic, and mannered; where Hereditary played in shadow and grief, Midsommar bathed itself in sunlight and catharsis. I didn't really see this as a horror film. Is that strange? I don't know what you would classify this as but the ending really left me content.
Florence Pugh is incredible at grating, uncomfortable crying a la Toni Collette. Aster is starting to have certain tropes though: Decapitation, horrific family deaths, old people butts.