Hereditary , at its best moments, is chilling. It makes you feel cold inside, and it’s worthy of a ticket purchase for that horrifically unpleasant sensation alone. It’s imperfect. Sometimes, it gets stuck awkwardly between self-aware camp and progressive art-shock. It’s scary. Comparisons to the greats of the genre are inevitable. Hereditary welcomes them, and at its lower points embrace them a tad overzealously. But when the film is at its best, it’s shocking on its own terms. First time writer-director Avi Aster has a demented vision that results in what might be the most shocking, sustained, ten-plus-minute-stretch of sheer, cold-blooded horror that I’ve ever seen in a film. It comes early, though, and the holistic product isn’t as shocking, nor as innovative, nor as frightening, nor as capable of leaving a lasting impression, as those utterly bone-chilling ten-ish-minutes. But the surrounding film is so handily constructed - superbly acted, visually entrancing, and well-paced ...