Utilizing the incredible landscape for some truly beautiful images, Bruckner’s film (based on novel of the same name) mixes elements of things we’ve seen before, executed maturely, confidently, and most importantly—effectively, as vibes reminiscent of (but not riffing on) The Blair Witch Project & The Descent covered in a rural folk-horror blanket of The Witch & The Wicker Man, all framed with a theme of guilt.
Definitely we’re in the territory now of The Witch (Robert Eggers, 2015) and Kill List (Ben Wheatley 2011).
The Blair Witch Project, The Witch or Dog Soldiers, for instance.
In that way, this last part of The Ritual forms part of a broader trend in recent horror films in which millennial crises of masculinity have played out by way of settler dramas, or frontier dramas, such as The Witch and Winchester, in which the heroic male orientation towards the horizon has been compromised by a broader effeminising or emasculating presence.
“The Ritual” is what happens if you put “The Descent,” “The Witch” and “Blair Witch” in a blender, and I mean that as a good thing.
As creative as it is, the film tries way too hard to be a more mainstream version of those crazy, metaphor-laden indie art-horror pieces (“Midsommar,” “The Witch”), fumbling many of the most interesting themes and essential reveals by the head-scratching finale.