I guess some clarification is in order: obviously, I don't mind occult/possession/Satanism/paranormal stuff in horror movies, because if you didn't have it, you wouldn't have the genre. And I love the horror genre. But for a horror movie to work, it has to entertain me first and foremost, since I don't scare easily at the typical genre tropes. It has to feel like a jolt of adrenaline. "Hereditary" didn't feel like this. It felt like an hour-long punch to the gut, so by the time the proverbial shit started hitting the fan, I wasn't scared, but rather bored and annoyed. I probably wouldn't have liked it any more, but I would've had more appreciation for the film if it had just committed fully to the "disintegrating family" story that it so painfully spent an hour building up and worked as a meditation on grief and pain. It would've fit in nicely with such feel-good emotional torture porn treasures as "Happiness."
Also, I'm of the opinion that (MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS) watching Toni Collette fall to pieces after finding her headless child in the backseat of her car ten times more horrifying than any shots of her flying across the ceiling or Gabriel Byrne catching fire.
Also, I'm of the opinion that (MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS) watching Toni Collette fall to pieces after finding her headless child in the backseat of her car ten times more horrifying than any shots of her flying across the ceiling or Gabriel Byrne catching fire.
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