Think of the most horrifying nightmare you’ve ever had. One that woke you up in a cold sweat and freaked you out so bad that you couldn’t even enjoy your delectable morning bowl of Lucky Charms. That right there? That nightmare is Ari Aster’s wet dream. He’s sick, twisted and brilliant.
The scene was right out of some contrived romantic comedy. I was standing in the dining hall, facing an array of faces I didn’t know, when I saw him. He was sitting with a group of friends, laughing...
