I watched two cult films recently. Various wtf and pornographic plots alternated, and the pictures were very pure and beautiful. This extreme mismatch between the content and the image made me feel very uncomfortable and even wanted to watch the movie. At the end, I didn't understand the fart, but I burst into tears. I felt that my emotions were provoked, and the three views had been ravaged. In order to return to normal feelings, I had to use my rusty brain to think. There were many avalanches of small question marks about the plot. What is man, what is culture, and what is emotion? The answers to these questions are so terrifying that I don't even want to think about it, and this kind of movie forces me to think. u bad bad. That's why when I first finished watching "The Storm" and "A Midsummer Night's Fright," I hesitated to give them three stars. Not because of bad photography, but because I was born cowardly and timid. I am afraid.
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