Much like Marmite, Midsommar seems to be a love it or hate it type deal. And much like Marmite, I hated Midsommar.
Relentless scene after scene of singing and dancing with little explanation other than “it’s tradition”, which plays as the excuse for the film’s nonsensical plot.
My friends who I saw it with, on the other hand, loved it. But then again, they may also like Marmite...