Midsommar (Aster, 2019): Prince Charles Cinema, 2.45pm
Time Out review*:
Unusually for a horror director, Ari Aster knows the real world is awful
enough. Life doles out plenty of pain. ‘Hereditary’, his 2018 feature
debut and one of the scariest movies in a decade, basically went: My
grief over a family tragedy is so unbearable, it must be caused by
witches. (When that turned out to be the case, you weren’t shocked so
much as relieved.) ‘Midsommar’, Aster’s ruinous, near-psychedelic
latest, goes something like this: My grief over a family tragedy is so
unbearable, it’ll make me cling to a bad boyfriend. If that doesn’t
sound like horror to you, allow me to introduce you to many toxic
relationships. And if you’re still unconvinced, Aster will hit you over
the head with a giant hammer wielded by Swedish pagan cultists.
Joshua Rothkopf
Here (and above) is the trailer.
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