Midsommar in the daytime on Day 12

Midsommar is a bright, beautiful, and slow-paced film filled with inconsiderate selfish assholes and a woman looking for genuine care. Dani is fresh off a traumatic family event that would emotionally cripple anyone let alone someone already dealing with mental illness and who has no seemingly genuine and close relationships in their life.

This movie is unlike a traditional horror movie in that you are often waiting for the horror to appear. It begins with the Final Girl already surviving a traumatic event within the first ten minutes. The movie then plays out more as a drama about a woman dealing with feelings of worthlessness, lonlieness, and inadequacy.

Dani, her horrible boyfriend, and three of his friends travel to Sweden to witness a traditional community festival for academic pursuits. Of course it’s a trap of some sort, but again nothing truly horrific occurs until late in the film.

I found Midsommar to be a film of emotional horror. Dani is put through an emotional ringer, and this is not often what we see or expect to see in a horror movie. The horror revealed is an extreme showing of other’s true and natural feelings towards life, death, and individualism. Dani’s grief is constantly almost consuming her and she is bombarded with callousness, greed, and the false sense of objectivity that many academics claim to have towards their objects of study.

I highly recommend this movie! I happen to already be very careful about going to other people’s homes especially if they live in another city, state, or country. But I’m often still tempted. Midsommar will definitely make me even more careful, and much less tempted to come home and meet your family.

Things I Learned:

  1. Don’t date someone you don’t like. You’re not doing anyone any favors by staying with someone you do not like.
  2. Don’t inject yourself into any-old-body’s festival. You never know what role you might play.
  3. Don’t pee on sacred trees. If you do, do not act like it’s not a big deal.
  4. Have respect for other people’s traditions. But that doesn’t mean you need to partake in them.

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