Midsommar - 8.5/10
Ari Aster's follow up to Hereditary is a different approach to similar themes, making it impossible not to compare and contrast (pun intended) the two. Trapped under the grief of an immense tragedy compounded by the anxiety of a stagnant romantic relationship, a young woman tags along with her boyfriend and his friends on a trek to rural Sweden for a pagan summer solstice festival. While comparisons to The Wicker Man are unavoidable due to the premise, Aster takes the general idea in a completely different direction. Midsommar is far from a horror movie though some horrific shit does happen. If Hereditary was a family drama, Midsommar is a take on the relationship drama. A fucked up black comedy that shocks more than it scares. The violence is slow, imminent, and unstoppable. I loved just about everything about it.
I found myself lost in the story a number of times, forgetting I was sitting in a packed theater. An immersive experience. As with Hereditary, Aster implants you into the point of view of his characters as the madness unfolds around them. The bright whites and vivid colors make you almost as delirious as the characters as they navigate the ritualistic psychedelia of the festival. It's one of the better representations of a bad trip in film. Aster never feels the need to stop and explain the why's in any real depth, counting on the audience to pay attention. Some of the deaths are vague, allowing the viewer's imagination to provide the scares. If there are loose ends, they are immaterial to the character study at the core of the movie. He certainly telegraphs things but the foreshadowing never manages to spoil the results. Watching it a second time will surprise a lot of people.
Where Hereditary taught us to fear the deep shadows of our minds, here Aster and his cinematographer opt for the antiseptic of bright sunlight - apt for a story healing and letting go - and a three-strip technicolor look. This is a goddamn feat in filmmaking. With very little use of a sound stage, I can't imagine how much prep work and principle photography went into harnessing the all out assault of sunlight on everything in frame.
Florence Pugh carries the emotional weight much like Toni Collette did. Can Aster direct women to cry or what? It lacks the gut-punch of Hereditary but Pugh portrays devastation better than I've seen this year at least. As someone who deals with bouts of social anxiety, I respected the defusing dialogue from Pugh's character early on. Often allowing her self-awareness to let her get ran over by her boyfriend in an attempt to not be a burden. It sets the stage for an awesome character arc, leading to the massively cathartic third act. Every supporting character feels shallow and weak by comparison though. I still hate the kid from We're the Millers.
Ari Aster is definitely on my shortlist of favorite newer filmmakers. Jordan Peele gets all of the mainstream horror love but his two movies don't measure up to Aster's work. I know he's interested in things other than horror movies so I'm curious to see what he can pull off next.