Send us some fan mail! A mother who builds perfect little worlds. A family that can’t speak plainly without tearing open wounds. A coven that’s been patient for decades. Hereditary still gnaws at us because it splices private pain with public ritual—and then shows how both feed on silence. We unpack why the movie’s most terrifying sequences aren’t the skittering on the walls but the moments at the table, in the car, and in the bedroom when stress thickens the air. Toni Collette’s ferocity and...