Kalpit Tandon’s review published on Letterboxd:
There are confessions devastating enough to rattle nerves, moments eerily cursed to freeze bloodlines and crushing silences that become deafening. There are no creaking houses, no unnecessary exposition and certainly, no jump scares. Ari Aster, in his directorial debut, has brushed aside the usual fallacies of the genre and has replaced them with the singular most bewitching sentiment of nihilistic dread.
One must revere Aster as his is a voice who finally understands horror in all its twisted glory. This is a product of sheer technical brilliance designed to manifest the damnedest of terrors. Hereditary feels like a night dipped in darkness which no amount of light can salvage. The night when the moon turns black and devours stars for it is in servitude of grief.