I realized long ago that David Lynch is not for me. One day—one day—I’ll ACCEPT that.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"Midsommar, or: Why You Shouldn't Let That Relationship Drag on Via Its Own Inertia Because You're Too Scared of Causing Emotional Damage to the Partner You've Tired Of."
I dunno, this movie looks fantastic and has some great moments and functions more or less as a travelogue to a fictional village. If you can get on that wavelength you'll probably like it okay. I love those two (maybe three?) moments when one of the villagers looks directly into the camera…
Leave aside that it is the triumph of consumerism as pseudo-art—a hideously expensive repackaging of a previous hit in order to squeeze more money out of folks who want to relive that thing they liked as a child—since one could say all big movies are such.
Instead focus on the myriad ways in which it fails on its own terms. The photorealistic animals that look amazing until they’re forced to talk. The stampede that causes Mufasa’s death—an exciting, terrifying moment…
I’ve watched this three times now. At the top of my best-of shortlist for the first half of 2019. www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2019/07/02/under-silver-lake-is-metoo-movie-our-times/