Directors are once more turning to pagan rituals for frighteners, but cleverly researched storylines don’t make for effective horror
If the low-budget indie horror Midsommar is to be believed, the prescribed medication for the traumatised American is a trip to quaint old Sweden. Even if its a murder-suicide involving your entire family, a mini-break to the European countryside is sure to sort it out. Unless, that is, you accidentally stumble on a hotbed of mythological creatures and beliefs. Then, I’m afraid, you’re screwed.
It seems horror directors are getting a taste for Norse mythology. Fantastic beasts and pagan villages buried deep in the forest are being trotted out to wreak havoc on unwitting Americans trying to absolve themselves of past sins. While Sweden’s extensive history of folklore is a rich field to plunder, Midsommar’s mythological horror gives rise to more confusion than fright.