Horror fans rejoice and witness the evolutionary progression of a genre. Gone are the days of jump scares in dark corridors and dumb hot people being offed one by one. Midsommar manages to be even more allegorical than Hereditary. The horror here is the horror of loss, the horror of grief, and the horror of deception. The concept is boundlessly intriguing and the execution is detailed. Perhaps thanks to acting, perhaps thanks to script, probably thanks to both; the characters feel visceral and believable. Heartbreak and attachment has rarely been depicted so painfully accurate nor has the experience of a mushshroom trip. At its core, Midsommar fits neatly as a companion to Hereditary, both thematically and stylistically. Well worth seeing on a big screen.