SETTING: My house, as my wife is seated in front of the TV, flipping through the viewing choices on Amazon Prime while me and the mother-in-law look on. I spy one of the choices as she flips past it, a movie with a poster that features a closeup of a brightly lit shot of the face of actor Florence Pugh, with pretty flowers in her hair, screaming in anguish.
ME– You should watch Midsommar.
THE WIFE– Really?
ME– Yeah.
(There is a pause as the wife scrolls back to it and starts to read the description.)
THE MOTHER-IN-LAW– What’s Midsommar?
ME– Ohhh… just an incredibly unsettling horror movie set entirely in bright sunlight.
THE WIFE– I don’t want to see that! Why would you tell me to watch that?
ME– I was gonna stop you.
THE WIFE– Yeah, right.
ME– I didn’t think you’d watch it to begin with. I figured you hear the evil mirth in my voice and know better.
THE WIFE– Uh huh.
(Long pause)
ME– You should watch Hereditary.