What Happens In Harga, Stays In Harga

Rating: 7/10 (14 January 2020)

There is a scene near the end of Midsommar, where our lugubrious Queen of the May is plodding across the turf, essentially towing a densely intertwined train of flowers behind her very handsome.. uhn.. gown.., which is roughly the size, weight, mass, and shape of a Volkswagen Beetle.
Upon seeing this, my instantaneous vision was that of the lugubrious horse at the beginning of Melancholia, entangled as it was in a tennis net.. while struggling to gallop away (albeit in super-slow-mo) from impending galactic catastrophe.. and the end of life on Earth as we know it.
This visual similarity led me to wonder if perhaps the same writer-director had written both movies (not the case) -- the more so, as I realized that each possessed and savored the same kind of tension throughout the film.., while the viewer is but a half-dead mouse being toyed with -- Will the worlds collide, or not?! Will some terrible pagan fate befall our hapless American visitors, or not?
In short, Midsommar was/is every bit as nerve wracking as Melancholia, or better yet, say, Wicker Man (Midsommar's inbred cousin).., which I'm guessing has been referenced by every reviewer thus far. So enough said about it.
Thus.. so much for plot and all that.., the more so, because lately my "raison de la review" has focused on only two things -- the synchronous mirroring of my personal life in any particular film (doubtless of no interest to you whatsoever), and the inevitable Hollywood/NWO indoctrination/propaganda being spewed by it.. (the film, not my life.)
NOTE: Please do not jump to conclusions, merely because I use words like "indoctrination" or "propaganda". Neither of these activities is necessarily all bad, as we usually assume.., just as franchise Religion or public education cannot be assumed to be ALL bad.
I bring this up, because imho.. in our current climate of aggressive social engineering, propaganda plays a big part. And, while once upon a time the Hollywood "show-bu$iness" industry was mostly about entertainment (with a little indoctrination thrown in).., we would be idiots not to notice that, in recent years, this relationship has reversed.
Imho, Hollywood is now mostly about propaganda -- some of it.. perhaps well intentioned and long overdue.., some.. simply paid for by "The Powers That Be", and aimed at creating a "global" future, the details of which virtually no two "conspiracy theorists" can agree on.
As for synchronicity (briefly).., I had my worries from the start..; BUT, in fact.., it wasn't long before I saw that the unrelenting tension and perpetual sense of danger, the mysterious, arcane pagan rites and mixed messages, semi-hostile glances and grotesque smiles.. was indeed an accurate and lucid portrayal of everyday life in my homeowners association.
It IS, however, a little early to know how that's all going to play out.
As for the propaganda (not so briefly).., this was far less surprising.
First, there is the highly predictable, de rigueur injections of male-bashing, reinforced by an inevitable showcasing of dickish behavior -- lying, obfuscation, condescension, anger, mansplaining -- supplmented by emotional weakness or excessiveness, and bouts of raw immaturity or effeminate self expression -- reinforced by a litany of emasculating images, such as our vaguely unattractive and oily protagonist (who bore an unnerving resemblance to Seth Rogan) trotting about the tundra in his birthday suit.., and further reinforced by robes and "pedal-pushers" worn by all the heathen gentlemen.
Special (sarcastic) kudos to the curiously agile looking septuagenarian, who apparently lacked the intelligence or courage to swan dive.., then merely broke his leg.. and earned himself The Gong, while the vexed and frustrated crowd booed him off stage. (Empathy.. my ass.)
Having hinted just now that both candidates for Ã„ttestupa (cliff diving) seemed quite fit and healthy, I'm not really sure whether the film was trying to endorse it or condemn it. Such ambivalence is probably my response to the whole bloody movie in general (as a sociological debate)..; but this lack of clarity merely lends credence to the premise that the story and subsequent questions it raises.. are, as I suggested, less important than the film's embedded propaganda.
Bear in mind.., Propaganda is often best (most effective).. when administered in small or subtle doses.
(Do recall, if you can, the elder who stated that homeopathy was one of the community's sources of income? -- possibly the same elder who, when asked about his frock, gave it a little swish, and explained that they were worn by the men as a tribute to hermaphroditism (translation: transgendering.., a huge Hollywood/Masonic agenda).
And.., with that epiphanous observation, I believe I'm suggesting that the overarching symbol-simile of Midsommar is the Harga community itself, which could easily be seen as a metaphor for Hollywood.
In that sense.. we could easily compare the homeopathic injections of Hollywood indoctrination.. to the doses of narcotizing "teas" and/or the occasional follicle in ones chicken pot pie, the wisps of inhalents (aromatherapy) common to their pagan apothecary, and other assorted magical "natural" remedies, etc..., collectively (the propaganda now) leading us all toward a sort of chronic, mass anesthesia, attended by slavish obedience to the nearest cell tower.. and an emotionless wife and several "unclouded" children to keep us hopping.
In short, bit by bit, movie by movie.. we.. the voluntarily indoctrinated people of the United States of America Inc. are being prepared for whatever our paganistic NWO hosts have in mind.., if only to be assembly-line drones.. or soylent-green fertilizer for vegetables which have been engineered to mysteriously thrive in soil contaminated by cloud-laden aluminum, strontium, barium, etc etc., borne of so-said "clouds", better known as CHEMTRAILS.
And Ah ha!! You now think I've wandered astray. Not so.
Had you paid attention you would have noticed several shots of the sky above Harga, in which definite chemtrails were present -- thereby (as good homeopathic propaganda will do).. merely, if only subliminally.. adding just another drop of lethargy to our midday tea.., until sooner or later what's achieved is a "new normal".
Call it the cycle of life.., where the old realities give way to the new (nudged off the precipice).., and chemtrails and human sacrifice are thought as normal as Friday night football.. or Molloch worship at Bohemian Grove.
Pity me. At bottom, I'm struggling to see how this movie is worth watching -- especially if one has already seen Wicker Man.., neither of which movies I would particularly recommend for young children btw.., as tempting as that might be for the increasing number of neo-druidic parents.. eager to induct their children into the delights of nature worship, etc.., not to mention geronticide (which was re-popularized during the Obama years).
I say this NOT entirely with tongue-in-cheek. That is, I have long considered that tribalism would make a comeback, and become the next step in (America's) evolution -- especially given the financial crisis, housing crisis, employment crisis, marriage crisis, etc. etc.., combined with the enticing lure of the corporate business model --
I.e., what works for Coca Cola should work for the average over-stressed "family".., and free daycare!
In other words.., I don't care to attack Midsommar as a promotional film for this sort of bipolar, anti-Christian, commune-flavored, garden-centric, predictably-uniformed matriarchy. I'll merely point out that.. if it weren't for the tautly poised protests of Hollywood, and the thin black line of Amish buckwagons standing between paganism and Christianity, we'd probably have seen the word "cult" pop up somewhere in this film. (Oh no.., she di'int.)
Praise Horga.!! And let the chips fall where they may.
PS -- I usually recommend a sort of counterbalance.. after reviewing these propaganda pieces -- say, some small independent gem, as yet unpolluted by corporate money.
In this case.. I thought of a film more-or-less also centered around an obscure community -- namely Granger Washington (not far from here actually.) It's titled Cement Suitcase.
cheers!!ðŸ˜‡