A psychotic ritualistic puzzle of a film where each piece is given to the audience a scene at a time, though like most puzzles  there may have been a missing piece or two. 

Ari Aster is to the horror genre as a chrispractor is to a spine. In a time where we are given awkward Child’s Play reboots and Annabelle sequel after sequel...my gosh this is the adjustment the genre was craving. This film gives you the imagery of ritualistic torture and similar visuals that gave Hereditary its name. These visuals will stick with you. Uncomfortable and uncanny. A film has done its job when I sit in the theater with three strangers and feel awkward, disgusted, ashamed, and entirely intrigued. 

There were certain aspects of performances and choices to the plot that felt questionable. While I would have loved to see more of the mysterious deaths, at the same time I find it acceptable for the exact same reason. The mystery. While the plot simple, the message more meaningful. And for the audience it helped gain a sense of discovery along with the main characters. A girl who has nothing is taken to a new world, entirely out of her comfort zone, to face fear and the unknown and to find acceptance and thus herself. But what we needed was a bit more. Similar to a puzzle you are given each piece and have an idea of the end result. That’s exactly how I felt. No surprises. There was an empty sense of wanting more. 

You Swedens are some sick f****s, you know that?