ryan’s review published on Letterboxd:
Beyond its condescension to the genre, this movie is also just straight up mean. Imagine needing a close-up on a young girl's decapitated head being devoured by ants to capture the grief of losing a child. Even the discussions about how the movie's terror thrives from atmosphere rather than "cheap thrills" is entirely false (nothing wrong with cheap thrills, fwiw). The film has the same genetic makeup as any Conjuring movie, except filtered through some immature juvenile views on death and morality. Its thesis is really just a bunch of fragmented and undeveloped ideas that feel ripped from the pages of a 2000s emo album. i don't know why people let Aster get away with this shit.