Here I go spouting derivative shit again like I know a fucking thing about making films. Just keeping track is all.
Another Ari Aster film, another scene of guttural crying due to the experience of loss.
I hoped this film would be a sequence of gut wrenching and disturbing events, and I got just that, despite its overall non directional vagueness.
It depicts a bright, open and downright exposed extroverted nightmare; being unable to leave a party or being to polite to turn down an offer you dislike.
Peer pressure, manipulation and exploitation are ever present and ever distressing, creating a…