It’s official: Ari Aster would be the world’s worst grief counselor. The director
once again takes the inherent melodrama of a human event and mixes it into his
own brand of horror: an exquisitely crafted and atmospheric affair unlike
anything else in 2019. It may not be as nightmarish of an endeavor as Hereditary
was, but Midsommar is an experience that’s sure to leave most people
at an absolute loss for words.
With their relationship in trouble, a young American couple
(Florence Pugh & Jack Reynor) travel to a fabled Swedish midsummer festival
where a seemingly pastoral paradise transforms into a sinister, dread-soaked
nightmare as the locals reveal their terrifying agenda.

Most of the film’s successes do rely on the talent of Ari
Aster, serving as both writer and director, and the way he is able to assemble
some visually stunning horror on top of the bizarre premises he starts with. Of
course, that’s aided by some gorgeous cinematography from Pawel Pogorzelski,
who captures the pastorals and brightness of a Swedish countryside that
contrasts so well with the harsh reality of the horror playing out.

Midsommar is a film that only reaffirms Ari Aster’s
place on the list of exciting new filmmakers. His sophomore effort may not pack
the same level of horror that his debut did, but it's replaced by overwhelming
sense of dread that grabs a hold of you and never lets you up for breath.
Florence Pugh is magnificent, delivering a performance that will likely earn
her a spot in some awards conversations when the time comes. It must be said
that Midsommar will not be for everyone, that much can be stated with
zero doubt, but those willing to go on this ambitious, savage, and darkly comedic
ride will not be disappointed.
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