Without question, Midsommar will be the most unsettling viewing experience you'll have all year. This is an ambitious movie that takes the horror out of the shadows, and thrusts it into the bright sunlight for all to see. But be warned, this film is not for everyone. The blood, the guts, the brains - all the disturbing body horror - it's all unrelenting and unflinching in its presentation. Yep, in his second ever film no less, Ari Aster once more proves to be a master of his craft, giving Midsommar a quality look and feel in every which way. The one problem however, as with many films, is its tendency to lag just past the midway point. Unlike Aster's unpredictable debut horror masterpiece Hereditary, you can kinda see where the story is headed here - and it takes a very long time to get there. But much like Hereditary, he has also layered Midsommar with lots and lots of themes and social commentaries, ranging from mental health and trauma to life itself. But beyond all its many layers, it is the film's queasy uneasiness that will stay with you long after the credits roll. Good luck closing your eyes at night!