One of the most original horror films I’ve seen in the last few years, Midsommar takes ‘The Shining’ premise of horror with the lights on and turns it into horror when the suns out.
It’s set in a remote part of Sweden where the daylight hours seem to stretch on forever. A group of American innocents arrives at the invitation of their Swedish friend, Pelle, to witness a series of long-standing rituals in a rural village.
This being a horror film that doesn’t turn out so well. Although on the face of it the sunny, white-wearing villagers seem to be the very opposite of evil, it soon becomes apparent that their guests are invited for a sinister reason.
Florence Pugh turns in a fantastically understated performance as a mistreated girlfriend, suffering in the aftermath of unimaginable family trauma.
Indeed the whole film can be seen as her journey to a kind of recovery and acceptance of the awful aspects of life.
Perhaps the thing that makes Midsommar the scary is its ability to look into the hearts of seemingly good people to pull out that kernel of evil that is capable of unimaginable cruelty.