“Ari Aster’s monstrously funny exercise in antagonizing the audience is smarty-pants sophisticated and crassly juvenile, often at the same time. It’s a surreal Oedipal saga in the spirit of gonzo, early 1970’s provocations like Where’s Poppa? and Little Murders. The movie is mean-spirited, deeply unpleasant and I laughed myself sick. Your mileage may vary.” – North Shore Movies, 04/28/2023

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