I had never been so paranoid and anxious going into a film as I was going into Ari Aster's follow-up to the harrowing experience Hereditary. "Midsommar" is a completely original film unlike anything I've seen. Opening with an emotional build and slowly developing into an absolute wacky acid trip - you're best off checking any expectations at the door. I was very impressed with Florence Pugh's performance (much like that of Toni Collette), which works as the backbone of this whole experience. I'm also confident that Ari Aster has complete control of his craft. Hereditary proved he could scare us. Midsommar succeeds at being both visually stunning and demented. There were many moments where I was in awe of the beauty of it's presentation. Much like that of Alice in Wonderland, where the dream is also a nightmare. Halfway through the film I was convinced this was a masterpiece. Yet, it lost me towards the end. I think that's somewhat the point though. I'm open to a second viewing someday. As for now I am simply dazed and confused, and questioning what I actually experienced unable to stop thinking about it.