Hereditary — Tommy Tracy
Very rarely does a film sit with sheer uncomfortableness and horror as Hereditary did. My viewing experience was filled with shock, terror and general disgust — all while being enthralled and entertained. As a fan of horror, I’m well aware they do not need to have much depth, but Hereditary has depth upon depth.
Toni Collette is a powerhouse here, delivering emotional depth I had never seen from her before. She was criminally robbed of an Oscar nomination for playing a troubled daughter who was never truly loved by her mother, who, naturally, sold her family’s soul to an entity as part of a cult. Alex Wolff, who plays her son, takes on the same trauma, having accidentally killed his sister just days after his grandmother’s death.
Director Ari Aster and his crew brilliantly created such a strange look, one so filled with secrets that it takes more than one viewing to notice. The scope, cinematography, lighting, mood and acting created what I say is not only the best horror film, but the best movie of the decade.
