Sorry, I don't buy the post-ironic, so-bad-it's-good schtick here. I do get that it is often playing things tongue-in-cheek, but it just comes across as a more honest Benny Hill (it's obsessed with bare breasts and IS prepared to show them!) and just not funny. The first half in particular is overstuffed with cheesy plot, dumb character actions/dialogue and lazy, badly-executed direction - its laughable depiction of "claustrophobia" is worthy of Mel Brooks (Vertigo it isn't; hell, it isn't even…
I don't like laughing at religious people, unless they are being harmful or prejudiced towards others - each to their own and all that. But man, this is some crazy shit. Angelos Epithemiou's American uncle spends an hour spouting random guff that basically tries to scare people into believing in God on the premise that if you don't you're going to hell, and hell isn't a nice place. Not that great an argument, huh? I must confess, I did laugh at how bad this was in every department several times. It's the bad fire for me, I know.
It's hard to talk about Hereditary in any depth without spoilers. It's also hard to talk about when I'm still processing it, and will be doing so for a while yet. So for now, my immediate responses to it:
1. Go see it with as little knowledge of the plot as possible. It's a brilliantly unsettling psychological horror, that's all you need to know. The trailer is probably OK, just to demonstrate what you are letting yourself in for.
The very definition of "full-on". I was reminded of Taxi Driver, The Shining & Good Time throughout. A sense of menace and doom permeates. Phoenix is fantastic as the mumbling "hero", it's all in his face. I could easily have imagined that it was directed by a young fresh hip New York director, instead of a middle-aged white woman from Glasgow. Brilliant sound design and a relentless score from Jonny Greenwood.