A film’s ending has the power to make, or break, the entire
preceding story. That feeling where I think I’ve got a handle on what a
given film is aiming for, only for the production to pull the rug out from
under my feet, is a jarring one and something that can mess with the process of
writing a review afterwards because it requires a serious amount of re-adjustment;
this is part of the reason why I never really got my head around Hereditary
when it came time to formally review it. But then there’s films like this,
where that jarring feeling doesn’t make me think I need to re-assess what I
just watched; it only solidifies that the film itself sucks.
