What the...the horror, the horror

Rating: 7/10 (18 June 2018)

Spoilers
Went to see Hereditary.
An unusual experience, difficult to encapsulate in a pithy phrase. With about 10 minutes to go, as the horror has built up over the course of the last two hours, the director pulls the rug from under your feet and the phrase 'what the...' never quite completes in my head as I struggle to understand what has happened.
The difficulty I have is not plot related. I understand the story. Its the style, the near total descent into cliche and abandonment of terror, for what is frankly unintentionally comic, right at the point where you hope for the horror to overwhelm. Its like a wave you see offshore, building in power and strength only to hit the beach and break, sending minor waves over your toes as you stand there wondering what happened to the fury. What happened to the director? Endings take time to construct, sets are built and actors learn lines. Did no-one think, 'Really? This?, Come on, lets have a word with Ari'.
The part which delivers the greatest horror takes place much earlier and had me captivated, is a scene involving a fast car ,Charlie and her brother. That placed me right into the movie, wondering how you get out of this, where do you go? For that scene alone, and what unfolded from it, was worth going to see, as was Toni Collette's acting. Its just a shame about the lame, hackneyed ending. As scary as accidentally stumbling into a nudist colony for middle aged surburbanites. Really, it defies explanation.
Score 9/10 for the first 110 minutes. Final scenes? They should be re-shot. Score adjusted for the ending.
Oh, yes, I loved the sound track. Suitably sparse and creepy. Bad trip, man!