Cassie Jo Ochoa’s review published on Letterboxd:
My uncle got Lymes...the picnic wasn’t worth it. He’s fucked now.
If you saw Hereditary, you’re probably very familiar with the shock beats that are Ari Aster’s stock and trade at this point. Trade in a dark treehouse for a bright and open field and you start to piece together the hellish orchestra that awaits the foreigners. Remarkably straightforward, excellently crafted, Midsommar just further shines a light on how remarkable Aster is at his craft.
He also must have his therapist on speed dial because man can he express grief like nobody’s business. Christ man who hurt you?