Laurie Strode’s review published on Letterboxd:
Was anybody expecting anything less than one of the most fucked up films ever made? Coming off the success of Hereditary last year, Aster had much to prove with a sophomore effort. Many themes from Hereditary are inadvertently (or perhaps purposely) dragged over into Midsommar. Moments of grief, cults, isolation, and distance are all on full display. Aster knows nothing if not particular corners of terror. The canvas is much wider though, not just thematically, but literally. Pawel Pogorzelski's use of wide movements and pastoral close ups is its own character who holds our hand through this nightmare. The amount of ringer Aster trudged these characters through is phenomenal, and it shows in the performances.
I'm blown away from this film. From a technical aspect, it's perfect. From a story standpoint, its brutal and cathartic and disgusting, and the ending is such a logical conclusion to this 2+ hour film and everything a gorehound like myself desires. I can't wait to see it again, because as simple as the story is - as opposed to Hereditary which you can read into a number of different ways - there's still much to be drawn from with each subsequent watch. A horror classic in the making, and a film to be discussed among the best in years to come.