Ari Aster is schooling every ghost/haunting mansion-type "horror" franchise out there.

Rating: 10/10 (25 September 2019)

Let me start by telling you that I've never written a movie review in my life. I don't know why, maybe I thought there was nothing more to be said or maybe I just didn't want to participate in an ever growing, opinionated, CGR-spoiled generation of wannabe movie lovers who have never seen the likes of Cool Hand Luke or One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest etc.
The second thing I'm going to say is this. Thank you Travis Fimmel for your intense, intelligent and unique portrayal of Ragnar Lothbrok - were it not for you, I probably wouldn't have watched Vikings and therefore I wouldn't know the background for the awesomely gruesome and medieval rituals in Midsommar.
And now to the point. Without giving anything away in the manner of spoilers, let me tell you that this movie is not Hollywood. It's not Indie, either. It's not a horror film. Or a mystery.
It is a remarkable, unnerving, chill-running-down-your-spine-for-two-hours-straight-even-though-you-can-probably-predict-half-the-plot kind of MASTERPIECE.
WARNING! MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD!
The devil is in the details, and nobody realizes this more than Ari. From the predictable, yet still uncomfortable opening scene, to the more uncomfortable "love story" painting and Pelle's slightly off I-feel-you speech, to the downright disturbing orgasmic howling... ...And of course the display of the Vikings' cruelest act...
This movie has everything you want in a horror film.
Unless, of course, you prefer watching ghosts that turn lights on and off for a week before killing the newly moved in couple that is just too stupid to leave the house despite seeing obvious evidence of a supernatural entity firsthand.