Just over four years ago, I lost my father in a freak accident. We did not have the best relationship, but it was one that had come a long way in the months immediately before. When you lose someone without notice, without warning, and seemingly without cause, it gnaws at you. Death can plunge you … Continue reading Ari Aster’s ‘Midsommar’ Channels a Daymare in a Poppy Field While Processing Grief