antonio’s review published on Letterboxd:
Abuse clings to you. No matter how much you fight, it lathches it’s claws into you, into your children. It follows your family like a demonic entity, and it feels like there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’re a doll in someone’s sick and twisted dioramics, a character trapped in a tragic play. You have been marked by some evil entity, and there’s nothing you can do but scream.
I found myself cursing Annie throughout this. Why did you have kids? Why did you let your mother back into your life? Why did you let her take Charlie? Why? Why why why why why?
I saw my own family in this. The silence, the hatred, the tension, the dysfunction. I was clinging to my seat and I had the worst panic attack of my life during the car accident. And I loved every minute of it. Maybe I’m a masochist, but this was the most terrifying depiction of the cycle of abuse I’ve ever seen on film. I only wish the ending had stayed as intimate and small as the rest of the film, but hey, it still scared the shit out of me and broke my goddamn heart.
Everything else in the film? Fantastic. I’m pre-mad at the possibilities of this not getting nominated for jack shit at the next Oscars. At the very least it deserves something for it’s editing or sound design, because every scene left my nerves shot. I can’t wait to see what Ari Aster does next.
Pull the weed out. Cut out the cancer. Block their number, lock your doors, and hold your loved ones tight. Make your life yours and don’t let the evil into it ever again. Live and get better, so your children will never know what it's like to fear their own mother.
Oh Annie. Why did you ever let her back in?