kwang’s review published on Letterboxd:
The manifestation of Ari Aster’s breakup is the kind of visually unspeakable and vomit-inducing sunlit nightmare that, I guess, only he could spew out at the moment. It’s also really long, with most of the shocking visuals occurring the last thirty minutes. The world continues to wonder what happened to Aster’s adolescence for him to feel all this darkness. Florence Pugh continues to impress with her talent.
From a life perspective...
Don’t mess with Ari Aster.