Dread is home. The bleak emptiness, the futility of forward motion, the light behind a character's eyes slowly burning out, that's what I connect to in the characters I love most. Dull despair subsuming everything else.
With Midsommar, I experienced something new. After being plunged into dread, loss, and pain, I was slowly pulled out and lifted up, and by the end, I felt bliss, I felt catharsis. And the journey to that feeling was filled with alienation, the secondhand…