Hereditary (Ari Aster, 2018)

As a portrait of grief and (a less reported on aspect) work, Hereditary strings you along something fierce. Great acting and great score too. But, of course, a silly-ass devil story must intervene and even that's not handled with any elegance. Several moments do far too much narrative heavy lifting such that you stop caring about the precise contours of the Baphomet (or whoever) story. And then the ending. Yet again, people, feel-bad films are just as banal as feel-good films. (POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD) I would love a sequel in which the devil's disciples are disappointed in The Chosen One because all he does his mope around and smoke weed. Wouldn't that seriously be a much more fascinating, even profound film?