Elena Lazic’s review published on Letterboxd:
Went to see this again because I love my friends, and it was just as dull. What stood out this time was that, besides the simple story itself and its basic ideas about shitty boyfriends, another setback is the film’s overreliance on long takes. They inherently add tension to the frame, but to what end? Hereditary is stronger for many reasons, but a major one is that every shot in that film is just as long as it needs to be in order to create exactly the right amount of tension, and to let viewers gather just enough information. Even on second viewing, knowing all the twists and revelations, you can still enjoy just how well paced and constructed it is. By contrast in Midsommar, the eye has the time to wander, and there isn’t much to see. The tension of the long takes quickly starts to feel artificial and unwarranted, and it dissipates, though never completely: it is just pointlessly irritating.