As I’ve mentioned before, one of the side effects of the mirtazapine is vivid dreams, and Midsommar is an interesting 🎥 to have watched given that psychic context. Its techniques of disorientation I hope were remarked upon at the time of its release, and heaven knows what to expect when I go to sleep tonight. I suppose, from a creative standpoint, one could only hope for dreams which rise to Midsommar’s level of attentiveness to careful framing, deliberative camera movement, and performative edits, but probably I could do with surviving the night absent any crushed heads or empty faces.
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