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?
(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.
ME– You should watch Hereditary.