31 days of horror: day 12

day 12: hereditary 
dir ari aster
8.5/10
available on netflix and like every single i113g41 streaming site 



i know ok. i know its basic. i know its overhyped. i f***ikg know. the cycles of trauma got to me alright. anyway heres my dumb personal analysis of the film

the first thing i think of when i think of hereditary is mental illness. and it’s easy to see that in the film- the grandmother to the mother to the son and daughter- i tried to stop it but she wouldn’t let me. she got to the daughter too soon. how many times have i thought about going to my sisters funeral. how many times as a suicidal member of my family been found my someone else. how many times did we brush past it, learning nothing at all, no one taking any responsibility for anything. how many times have we believed in god and angels and visions of the dead before we believed in psychosis and hard sh*t and trauma. my mother uses essential oils. my mother, the cancer survivior uses essential oils. i go to a child’s social worker for therapy. me, the pyschotic teen, goes to a children’s social worker.



instead of dealing with sh*t, we bury it. we put it in art. we put it in violence. other people tell us that we are normal. that we are strange. that they can fix us.  that we are unfixable. they are outsiders. they are insiders. it feels like there’s a curse on your family and they’d probably believe it before believing in the cycle of trauma. my great grandmother crawls over the dead bodies of children at her school. my grandfather has depression. he tries to kill himself. he keeps trying. his brothers do the same. his brother in law succeeds. my mom forgets everything always writing it off and shredding it. i continue to exist.



if i didn’t get it i was gonna get it anyway. if i didn’t come about it on my own it would come to me and keep coming to me, like a dead fish rising in a lake. you try to make it. if you write it down that means it’s worth reading. it means it all meant something. it was all for something. it was all art.  or maybe it was all just a sad thing that happened. and maybe that’s too much.



hereditary does a good job or showing familial trauma and illness. we are all infected by each other. and that’s why we are the only people who can understand each other. you open your mouth and your sisters voice comes out. your mother hates her mother even though she fails to see her own transformation- one day she looks in the mirror and flinches, waiting for the hand to fall.