Hahaha, all the right people hated Midsommar. I am all over this movie. Looks like it's just my kind of thing: all the good stuff is hidden in the background, the symbolism, the little nuances of the dialogue, where it belongs.

If you're not willing to watch it closely, you demand it fit into a neat genre for you, or you insist it should hold your hand all the way through the confusing parts, it's gonna be a big snoozer. I _love_ films that end a few pieces short of a completed jigsaw puzzle. Like I said, drives all the right kind of people batshit.

I condemn everyone who's mad at Midsommar for not being an easily digested high-thrills slasher film to have to watch every piece of media they ever love end in a 30-second fade to black Soprano cut, right in the middle of the climax, in Fan Hell, over and over again, for all eternity. >:D