Review: Midsommar
Florence Pugh is struggling with the suicide of her sister some time ago, and although supportive to her face, boyfriend Jack Reynor tells friends he’d like to break up with her. Complications arise when Pugh overhears Reynor and his pals discuss a trip to Sweden and now has to let her tag along. Their Swedish buddy Wilhelm Blomgren is inviting them to witness his village’s special ceremony, which two of the guys will be covering for a college thesis. Hallucinogenic drugs are taken, trips are had, suicide ceremonies enacted, and people start to go missing. I enjoyed writer-director Ari Aster’s “Hereditary” just fine, and had heard that this 2019 film was pretty darn good too, kind of similar to 1973’s classic “The Wicker Man” . This pretentious, drearily drawn out snoozer wishes it was “The Wicker Man” . I’m not even sure it’s better than the ludicrous Nic Cage remake. There’s no consistency of character, none of the characters are likeable, and scenes drag on and on endlessl