Excrutiatingly slow Grief Porn

Rating: 1/10 (2 July 2018)

One of those films where you not only lament the money spent, but the time wasted as well. Toni Collette cries, screams and implodes without variation in relentless close up for 2 hours while Alex Wolff as her son always looks bewitched, bothered and bewildered and Gabriel Byrne as her clueless husband is always in the dark in every sense of the word. Hereditary is numbing: it's the Manchester by the Sea of supernatural horror; it feels endless, and when it does end you experience relief. There's no atmosphere, character interaction, supporting characters or anyone to care about. The silly last scene explains little, and 1967s Eye of the Devil had the same basic revelation. Everything about Hereditary feels borrowed. A dreary 2 hours and 7 minutes; the grief you feel has nothing to do with the characters on screen!