This article was originally published on 29 July 2021. 

In a grisly scene mid-way through the pagan horror Midsommar, a commune elder with long grey hair and a wispy beard launches himself off a cliff and crumples onto the rocks below. Barely alive, his fellow cult members take turns to smash his face in with a giant mallet. It’s an easter-egg of a casting choice, because 50 years ago, that face – now weathered and gaunt but still startlingly arresting – was declaredhellip;

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