This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
There’s a lot here to unpack. I’ll probably need to watch this two, three, or even four more times.
Right now, the only thing I know for sure is that future generations will remember Midsommar as the film that introduced the vaping-characters-must-die-unspeakably-painful-deaths trope into American horror.
My mind keeps circling back to the strangest things. Things that make me wonder: was Aster hinting at something, quite possibly something very important, happening just outside the sumptuously detailed frame of this two-and-a-half hour…