Midsommar: The End of the Affair

I’m not crying, you’re crying!

Some people have their summer song, the one that sets the mood for the season, the one they return to again and again. That last year’s summer movie was, for me, Ari Aster’s Hereditary, says an awful lot about how last summer was working out for me. Compared to real life, there was something reassuring about this tale of a family consumed by destiny, the absence of free will and self-decapitation. I saw it again and again. It was…