It was quite fitting to see Midsommar around St. John's Eve. But as much as I respect the movie, Midsommar is not an experience I want to make an annual tradition to see.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I was really vibing with Super 8 for 99% of the movie. The cast was fun, and I was particularly impressed with Elle Fanning. I enjoyed the Spielberg homages, especially the townsfolk of Lillian, which reminded me of Amity Island from Jaws. But the movie completely lost me in the very last minute.
In the climax of the film, the necklace Joe has kept as a memento of his late mother is magnetically pulled towards the alien's assembling space ship.…
Bram Stoker's Dracula feels like what you would get if you let a bunch of very talented people make the most interesting choice they could in each shot, but never reminded them that the final product had to be coherent in the end.
I don't think I've seen a movie I've both been so often impressed by, and found so many involuntarily funny things in. The end result is a beautiful mess, but I would love to see more beautiful…