A feature-length, euphoria-induced, pastel panic attack, Ari Aster’s ‘Midsommar’ is an uncompromising doubling down of the nightmarish family drama we saw in last year’s ‘Hereditary’ but delivered in a decidedly new coat of paint. Midsommar essentially decides to frame itself as a narrative of contradictions in order to skew itself into being simultaneously a wicked pitch-black dark comedy, and a thoroughly unsettling horror film, and in being both, it somehow succeeds at each one respectively in spades in a bizarre…

I haven’t cried this much in a theater since ‘A Star Is Born’

If you know anything about my history with that film, that should tell you most of what you need to know. The fact that I didn’t even rewatch the trilogy to prepare for this and this managed to hit me as hard as it did... I don’t think any amount of preparation or tissues could be enough for that theoretical exercise in my reaction to a movie…