Hype is justified for ‘Hereditary’
Horror movie scares up frightfully good reviews
In Ari Aster’s intensely nightmarish feature-film debut “Hereditary,” when Annie (Toni Collette), an artist and mother of two teenagers, sneaks out to a griefsupport group following the death of her mother, she lies to her husband Steve (Gabriel Byrne) that she’s “going to the movies.”
A night out with “Hereditary” is many things, but you won’t confuse it for an evening of healing and therapy. It’s more like the opposite.
Aster’s film, relentlessly unsettling and pitilessly gripping, was a midnight sensation at Sundance and ever since has carried with it an ominous air of danger and dread: a movie so horrifying and good that you have to see it, even if you shouldn’t want to, even if you might never sleep peacefully again.
The hype is mostly justified. “Hereditary” is a strikingly accomplished debut that heralds the arrival of a new, brashly manipulative filmmaking talent. Aster’s film might be littered with horror clichés — candle-lit séances, creepy attics, satanic symbols, dogs that know something’s up — but the frightful power of “Hereditary” comes less from its genre framework than the menacing exactitude of its Greek tragedy tale about the horror of what “runs in the family.”
It begins with a succinct three-paragraph newspaper obituary. The 78-year-old mother of Annie has died, and her sudden absence from their mountain home has an eerie if relieving feeling. Annie makes elaborate and autobiographical miniatures (following the obit is a slow shot into one of her dioramas, seamlessly morphing into her son’s bedroom) and she’ll later recreate the funeral service.
But her mother’s passing is complicated. When Annie reluctantly joins the support group, she, in a rush, explains how her mother was manipulative, how she wouldn’t let her mom near their first son, Peter (Alex Wolff), but, out of guilt, allowed her to grow close with their now troubled and unnerving 13-year-old daughter Charlie (Milly Shapiro), whom she immediately “sank her claws” into. Dementia, psychosis, suicide and multiple personality disorder are all in the family history, she says.
“She was a very difficult woman,” says Annie. “Which maybe explains me.”
The mother may be dead, but she can just as surely control her daughter’s life from beyond the grave. Let’s just say things start going a tad awry.
The subtext of “Hereditary” — the latest in a run of intelligent and stylish indie horrors (“The Babadook,” ‘’It Follows,” ‘’The Witch”) — isn’t hard to decipher. (Sophocles is being taught in Peter’s high-school class.) Nor are many of the frights hard to see coming. What’s horrifying, though, is how inexorably they arrive, with the absolutism of genetic destiny. Aster, who also wrote the film, fills his movie with foreshadowing clues that give the gruesome events to come a cruel note of inevitability. There’s a curse on this family, whether by ghost or DNA.
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They’re a vividly drawn family. Charlie sleeps in a treehouse amid birch trees, has a perilous nut allergy, and makes ghoulish arts-and-crafts projects. When a bird flies into her classroom window, she scissors its head off and puts it in her pocket. Peter is more apparently normal: a shaggy-haired stoner with a crush on a pretty girl. Wolff is very good in the part, growing increasingly panicked as the family demons he has tried to ignore consume him.
The fullness of the characters and Aster’s patient, controlled camera (Pawel Pogorzelski supplies the pristine if sometimes showy cinematography) make the grisly scenes to come all the more squeamish. The kids get the worst of it, and the worst of “Hereditary” is indeed vicious, even sadistic.
Byrne is, as ever, a figure of reason, resistant to his wife’s ever rising paranoia. But this is, overwhelmingly, Collette’s film. Much of supernatural flights of “Hereditary” might not have come off without such a formidable actress grounding it. There are other actors who could capture the overwhelming grief and disintegration of Annie, but there might not be another who could also do it with flashes of sarcasm and fury and exasperation. In an increasingly surreal horror movie, she is staggeringly real.
Taking cues from Roman Polanski’s “Rosemary’s Baby” and Nicholas Roeg’s “Don’t Look Now,” “Hereditary” has you turn over and over questions of what’s really happening. Is Annie’s mother a supernatural force or is Annie conjuring her own insanity? “Hereditary” loosens its grip on you as it wobbles toward an ending that trades ruthless family dramatics for a more genretypical occult conclusion. But it’s the first time that you can breathe and relax: Oh, right. It’s just a movie.
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LOS ANGELES: In a movie where everything goes wrong for a family, “Hereditary” is doing everything right, with film critics hailing it as a modern masterpiece in the horror genre.
“Hereditary” stars Australian actress Toni Collette as the daughter of a woman whose death unravels terrifying secrets about their family ancestry.
The movie has won a rare 100 percent approval on review aggregate website Rottentomatoes.com, and Collette’s performance is winning early awards buzz, with Variety calling it “staggering.”
“You yearn for something original and for some bold voice to come pounding through,” Collette told Reuters of the part.
The script, by writer and first time director Ari Aster, “was confounding because ultimately it just seemed to be this raw, natural, honest story about grief and an inability to navigate it and how it changes the dynamics within this family,” she said.
Collette’s character, Annie Graham, appears at first to be a lioness mother looking after her pride, but she becomes overwhelmed and unravels as the story progresses.
“There are so many expectations and idealizations about what motherhood is and my character is contrary to all of those. I do really like that because it isn’t always so enjoyable for a lot of women,” said Collette.
Time Out described “Hereditary” as a “new generation’s ‘The Exorcist,’” while the Hollywood Reporter said the film’s malevolent premise turns into “a seemingly endless series of unexpected directions over two breathless hours of escalating terror that never slackens for a minute.”
“I’ve made so many films that don’t find their audience for whatever reason, and it’s kind of a miracle that any film gets made, let alone embraced,” said Collette, previously best known for the comedy, “Little Miss Sunshine.” (Agencies)