I don’t watch horror movies. I wish I could – my avoidance of the genre doesn’t come from a place of snobbery. Fundamentally, I am just a wuss. However, in the summer of 2019, I went to see Midsommar at the cinema. Why? I can’t really tell you. I would do anything for Florence Pugh, I suppose. Whatever the case, I went to see Midsommar, and I loved it. So what was different about this particular horror flick? Why was Midsommar the exception to the rule?
Let’s start with the basics. If you haven’t seen it, Midsommar is a film about a group of Americans taking a trip to Sweden. After a horrific family tragedy, Dani (Florence Pugh) is reluctantly invited along to accompany her anthropology grad student boyfriend Christian (Jack Reynor) and his friends Josh (William Jackson Harper) and Mark (Will Poulter). They’re visiting a remote commune with a mutual friend for a midsummer celebration that only occurs every 90 years and Josh wants to write his thesis on the event. However, once they arrive, things take a disturbing turn.