Midsommar ★★★★

"does he feel like home to you?"

[jack] it's more fun when you don't know what's coming
[me] yeah, i don't know about fun
[jack] well, it's fun for me 

midsommar is one of the most suffocating and quietly disturbing films i've ever seen.. it's not even necessarily scary, it's more horrifying on an unspeakable soul-deep level. it infests itself into your brain, burrowing into your thoughts like a disease. you feel it creeping into your skin, your bones. you beg it to stop, you even say please. some of these frames will never disappear; stamped in your mind forever. possibly one of the most uniquely terrifying experiences ever to be had.

aesthetically speaking, this film is washed in a bath of sunlight. it's bright, it looks cheery, the flowers are beautiful. but underneath that lighted disposition is some of the most sinister and unnerving imagery ever put to screen. i guess that's why it's often referred to as daytime horror. it proves that it doesn't have to be dark and withered to still be haunting and grim. 

every action has a reaction, every desire has a consequence. whether it's the "blindly following the leader" cult mentality, whether it's the breaking down of every defense until you have nothing left, whether it's the obvious grotesque and gory scenes, or whether - and possibly the creepiest of all - it's the predatory preying on the broken souls and vulnerable hearts, and the entrancement of making them feel like you've given them a home, a family, a community to be made whole with again. that's possibly the worst - and most effective - part. the unraveling of someone's mind, to where they think they've chosen a life that they've actually been forcefully immersed into. it just goes to show you that without control over your own free will, you can be trapped inside yourself. everyone was trapped in a different way here. one was trapped against his will in a bear suit, a bear himself was trapped in a cage of bars, and dani.. she was trapped in the imprisonment of her own grief. who's to say that this can't happen to anyone? it's realistic, in a way. and that's the thing that marks this as a true kind of horror. the kind that could be real. the kind that doesn't only exist in fairytales and legends. the kind that anyone could become entrapped in. this film begs the question: are we are all figments? brain matter just to be toyed with? are we all just dragonflies smothered in amber? do we have no control over what happens to us? what could we believe in, if "made to see the light"?

(a24 - ranked)

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(ari aster - ranked)

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(2019 - ranked)

keep reading for my poem:

quiet agony,
suffering cacophonies,
and soft petal delight.
i dreamt that we escaped
by the river 
and in the moonlight.
but that was just fantasy
given life
by the moon night.
can you ever forgive
the terrible ghastly intrusion
of the moon knife?

you're baring your soul,
it's blaring, it's cold.
screaming in silence
while they separate
your skin from your bones.
funeral homes
hearse, floral luminal moans.
you could never rehearse for
this marriage of immovable stones.

immersion, coercion
strictly prohibited perversion.
wait, it's not,
it's accepted
your rhythm is tested 
you're the replacement of
woodland antiquity ancestors.
brain gnawing, it festers
bloody criminal pressures.
falling from the perch
of the familial bird nesters.
famished, sequestered 
she's rotten, arrest her!
don't just stand by
while the crowd
jeers and they jester!
ethereal resters,
graveyards and a broken space.
is that a smile or a frown
on her broken golden face?
is that a fire or a crown
or her molten lava lace?
could you ever be queen 
of a shadow martyr place?

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