Bill Chambers’s review published on Letterboxd:
As a director, I like Ari Aster a lot. He moves the camera and moves it well, he cuts on beats, he has weird quirks (e.g., a habit of miniaturizing people and their environments like dollhouse interiors), and he gets fantastic performances out of his actors. He's also the first filmmaker in ages capable of creating violence that makes me squirm. As a writer, he's just made the same movie twice--grief-struck youth becomes unwitting king/queen of cult--without improving on it. For a story that takes 147 minutes to tell in its theatrical cut, Midsommar seems awfully sketchy and thin. Cults gonna cult is true, but I needed more.