Midsommar

 

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Of all the casualties of COVID-19, one of the most painful losses has been my desire to write…at the very moment I’ve been watching more films than any point in at least the past decade, I lost all desire to write about them. Part of the issue was that I haven’t been watching much of substance…but Midsommar changed all of that.

There is SO MUCH to unpack in Midsommar. It’s not your average “scary movie” – in fact, it’s not scary at all. It’s more like a trip to IKEA on mushrooms….if you’re not in the right state of mind when you start, you’re gonna have a bad time. (The same is true about shrooms and IKEA each on their own, I guess?) “Suspenseful” is a better description, because with every Swedish atrocity performed, you are incredulous and wondering how far they will go. There’s definitely some gore, but the gore isn’t what will shock you. For example, my kids were far more grossed out by the pube pot pie, than by the blood eagle.

I will point out that every time I said that “Christian is a shitty boyfriend,” my husband responded that all the characters are shitty and unlikeable. That may be true…but Christian is extra shitty.

By the end…I was straight up cackling (just like you, Andrew Delaney). Maybe it’s my dark sense of humor…or maybe it’s that I’m about 1/4 Swedish? Or maybe it’s because I understood Dani’s struggle? It’s hard to be surrounded with people who don’t “hold” you. I feel like my college relationship was a lot like Dani’s…too bad we went to Amsterdam instead of Harga.

So…this is obviously not a very long or a very complete review…baby steps.

The kids really liked it, I think. My daughter kept saying, “This movie is weird,” but she didn’t give up on watching. They are demanding Hereditary next…I cannot say no to sampling more Ari Aster. Also, a shout-out to Eli Roth’s History of Horror – his show has given the kids a horror watch list a mile long. I started them on Cabin Fever and they were laughing and screaming. My son is wanting to go straight to the hard stuff – Audition, etc…but again, baby steps…

Pink Flamingos

Every time I see this flick, it gets better and better. Not the way that a fine wine gets better with age, but more like the way a pair of sneakers age. The first time you wear them, they make you uncomfortable, but with every time you wear ’em, they become a part of you. After a while, you talk your friends into trying them, but they just don’t understand. Your mother says they stink and to try a different kind of shoe, but she just doesn’t understand. You sneak into her room at night and beat her with your saintly sneakers….Well, maybe that’s not a good analogy. Anyway, since its first appearance in 1972, Pink Flamingos has had an amazing following. This is the film that put John Waters on the map as ‘The Prince of Puke.’

Divine (of course) stars as Babs Johnson, the filthiest person on earth. That’s all you need to know about it. No way am I going to spoil the surprises that await for the first time viewer. The cast is full of the usual Dreamland players, including Cookie, Edie, Mary Vivian and David (watch for David and his turkey neck!)