“What part of yourself did you have to destroy in order to survive in the world this year? But most importantly: what have you found to be unkillable?”
— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness,” published in The Poetry Project
Sophia Loren relaxes on the Libyan set of the desert adventure film ‘Legend of the Lost’, 1957
Midsommar fucked me up a little.
Its not a horror movie by any traditional sense. Its the midnight sun so you can’t track time well in the film, the characters are hallucinating so you don’t know how they’ll react- it’s unsettling.
It’s bright and there are flowers everywhere and pretty women baking and gorgeous scenery and anthropologists trying their damnedest to make sense of things and its beautiful. Until it isn’t. Until there is gore, which, isn’t often, that’s not the goal. The goal is to unsettle you. Its rhythmic, and too bright, and these things shouldn’t be happening in a setting like this.
It’s about empathy and what it means to have a community. It’s about starting over with people who understand and support you.
It wasn’t scary, but it stays with you.
Ari Aster is like…witches! Cults! The inherent trauma of being a woman! And honestly, I feel seen.


