You aren't prepared for Midsommar. Midsommar explores the world of cults, following a young couple as they travel to a Swedish festival that takes place once every 90 years. While Dani Florence Pugh and Christian Jack Reynor were hoping to find some respite from their personal woes, they instead end up amidst a sinister cult, pagan rites and bloodshed taking place in the harsh light of day. It's everything you'd hope from Aster.
There's a circular bed under one of the bay windows. Otherwise, it's a pretty normal living room. Couches, a few sparsely populated bookshelves. One set of the windows look out onto Geary, at the traffic that whizzes by, the Muni buses and commuters.
The marvel of this Glasgow-set debut film from writer-director Harry Wootliff is to make these genres overlap. They are respectively Elena and Jake: she is working in arts centre administration and he is a postgrad student doing research in marine biology. Wootliff playfully creates an opening situation of almost Richard Curtis-style romcomness. They are all in their mid-thirties and are deep into conversations about relationships, coupledom, singledom.
Skip navigation! Back in we were best friends and I had another boyfriend scandal who is, incidentally, the only other person I know to have been in a relationship for a similar length of time. When I started seeing my now-boyfriend I liked him a ton but I was a cynical lil' kid, keen not to start proclaiming lifelong love on my MSN name after two days. I opted to take it day by day, never expecting anything — not another week, another month, a — gulp — decade. We just took it easy.