For those of us who were lucky enough to catch Midsommar already, we noticed that Ari Aster’s sophomore psychedelic, folk horror film derives an incredible amount of influence from Robin Hardy’s 1973 masterpiece, THE WICKER MAN. Everything from its (seemingly) warm, welcoming commune members, to its commentary on intrusive outsiders barging in on dissimilar cultures, to its fiery third act (which I won’t discuss here) Midsommar is indebted to this folk horror classic, and we thought we would swing around the maypole again and remind you why this film is so integral to the horror genre. Continue reading
There is a handful of contemporary auteur filmmakers that are bringing something completely fresh to the horror genre, while still managing to derive influence from classics of the past– Jennifer Kent, Robert Eggers, Jordan Peele– to name a few. But none have excited me quite to the degree of the eccentric, strange, provocative, ballsy filmmaking style that Hereditary (and now Midsommar) creator Ari Aster possesses.
You know that one girl on your Instagram feed…probably named Ashley or the like…the one that makes her own therapeutic “aromatherapy” products (that she cons certain gullible middle aged women into purchasing), grows all of her own organic foods and “medicines,” (aka she’s a witch doctor), and swears that spiritualism lies within “meditation” and yoga? Imagine a whole, entire hipster cult of that annoying girl- but throw in some UFO-believing men too, that try to convince their followers that suicide is an ideal option for their situation? That is what kind of people you are watching in The Endless– except it is told in a much more artistic and intelligent way than annoying Ashley’s Instagram feed, and you realize that this spiritual cult is actually on to something here…
I remember the first time I had heard that the seventh season of one of the very few shows I actually watch on TV, American Horror Story, was going to be centered around the 2016 election: I cringed and said out loud to myself, Oh no, Ryan Murphy, baby! What are you doing?! I just could not imagine reliving the truly horrifying real-life nightmare that was last year’s presidential election again- but alas, here I am, reflecting on last night’s season finale, feeling super depressed that it’s all over, yet satisfied at the outcome of what has become my favorite season of AHS to date. Ironically, this season, Cult- that I originally thought would be an annoying replay of one of the worst times of modern American history- actually became an entertaining escape from the bullshit of the things that are happening right now. Who would have thought? This is my thorough review of American Horror Story: Cult. Continue reading