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| Settle down girls, I didn't say it was that bad! |
Well for starters it's far too long. You'd need a better story than this to justify going 30 minutes over the 2 hour mark.
It's not as dumb as Hereditary but no less pretentious. Actually it wasn't until afterwards that I realised it was the same director, (Ari Aster). If I had known that I might not have bothered.
Anyway, it's another story of descent into madness, making up shit as you go along and not worrying about logic. You're going to see a lot of somewhat disjointed crazy scenes in here. Like Hereditary, director Ari Aster just seems to throw them at you to see if they stick. There were a lot of scenes and images where I could only think "What the hell has that got to do with anything else in this movie?"
Three guys and a girl from USA go to North Sweden to stay with a cult for a while. Two of them are particularly interested because they study this stuff - doing their Thesis on it. Another two of them are a couple. But she's got mental health problems a plenty which are magnified by a recent tragedy. She's ably played by the immensely versatile Florence Pugh
When they arrive it starts off warm and folksy but soon they come to realise that these people have no limitations on their rituals, including death.
It is funny from time to time, I'll give it that. And in that respect I must also acknowledge that it got me thinking. Perhaps that was the whole idea - to invite one to laugh at this lot. So I thought if they're funny, I guess everyone else who has weird rituals is funny, but for some reason we give them respect.
I mean, what's it all about? Stick a funny hat on, wear an elaborate costume, burn a candle, dance around a pole, pray to a ceiling, hold hands in a circle, get on your knees and bow to a certain direction. Call something sacred. Really what's it all about? Aren't all these gestures simply trying to convince yourself that you are right. That some ancient or recent belief you have is the truth? My symbol is better than your symbol. My ritual is more truthful than your ritual. My head-wear is better than yours. Anyway, I won't go on anymore about all that, other than to say this film demonstrated ritual in such a crazy comical way it just makes you wonder about every other belief system and I'll give it credit for that.
Otherwise as a film it's a bit daft and far too long. Oh and a bit gross at times too. There are a couple of scenes where you're really going to have to hold on to your tummy.
It's not as dumb as Hereditary but no less pretentious. Actually it wasn't until afterwards that I realised it was the same director, (Ari Aster). If I had known that I might not have bothered.
Anyway, it's another story of descent into madness, making up shit as you go along and not worrying about logic. You're going to see a lot of somewhat disjointed crazy scenes in here. Like Hereditary, director Ari Aster just seems to throw them at you to see if they stick. There were a lot of scenes and images where I could only think "What the hell has that got to do with anything else in this movie?"
Three guys and a girl from USA go to North Sweden to stay with a cult for a while. Two of them are particularly interested because they study this stuff - doing their Thesis on it. Another two of them are a couple. But she's got mental health problems a plenty which are magnified by a recent tragedy. She's ably played by the immensely versatile Florence Pugh
When they arrive it starts off warm and folksy but soon they come to realise that these people have no limitations on their rituals, including death.
It is funny from time to time, I'll give it that. And in that respect I must also acknowledge that it got me thinking. Perhaps that was the whole idea - to invite one to laugh at this lot. So I thought if they're funny, I guess everyone else who has weird rituals is funny, but for some reason we give them respect.
I mean, what's it all about? Stick a funny hat on, wear an elaborate costume, burn a candle, dance around a pole, pray to a ceiling, hold hands in a circle, get on your knees and bow to a certain direction. Call something sacred. Really what's it all about? Aren't all these gestures simply trying to convince yourself that you are right. That some ancient or recent belief you have is the truth? My symbol is better than your symbol. My ritual is more truthful than your ritual. My head-wear is better than yours. Anyway, I won't go on anymore about all that, other than to say this film demonstrated ritual in such a crazy comical way it just makes you wonder about every other belief system and I'll give it credit for that.
Otherwise as a film it's a bit daft and far too long. Oh and a bit gross at times too. There are a couple of scenes where you're really going to have to hold on to your tummy.
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