The Wicker Man
I am not an
expert on the horror genre, not by a long shot, but in my poor experience (or
taste) what makes a horror movie work is the sense of foreboding. The icky
feeling that something is terribly off and that something bad is about to
happen. It is that sense that makes me as a viewer scared of watching and
prepare for anything, and that “anything” can in the imagination become truly
horrific.
“The Wicker
Man” is all about foreboding.
Police Sergeant
Howie (Edward Woodward) arrives at the remote Scottish island Summerisle to
investigate a reported missing child, Rowan Morrison, but his investigation run
into early trouble. None of the islanders seem to recognize the girl and every
step of the way Howie is told to get permission from the local nobleman, his
lordship Lord Summerisle (Christopher Lee). Howie is forced to bully his demands
through and find ample evidence that the girl does or did indeed exist. Howie
is a devout Christian and is shocked to find an abundance of signs that the
island has reverted to paganism and he becomes increasingly convinced that Rowan
is held captive to become the May-day sacrifice to the islander’s gods.
The major
part of the movie finds Howie going around finding all these weird hints,
building up an anticipation of something dreadful. The islanders are the
typical quaint type from so many other rural movies, think “Whiskey Galore”. They
act and speak with that relaxed no-nonsense attitude that is so familiar, but
then drop in a word or an act that is completely contrary to that nature. A
good example is Mrs. Morrison treating her daughter’s sore throat by putting a
toad in her mouth or the schoolteacher teaching very young children of phallic
symbols. These may be small hints and elements, but it is exactly because they
are only hints that they work so well.
What starts
out as a criminal investigation gradually turn into a conflict between the Christian
Sergeant Howie and the pagan and potentially satanic islanders. This sounds
like a battle of good and evil, but it becomes strangely twisted. Howie
represents a strict, dominant and restrictive faith while the islanders,
despite their creepiness, seem free and liberated. They celebrate sex and
fertility very openly, but is it free love or is it cultic and demonic abandon?
So, as a viewer I start to become confused. Is the dogmatic Howie our hero or
is it in fact the charming Lord Summerisle?
I will not
reveal the ending here, that would be too much of a spoiler, but there is a
very interesting twist that makes this movie something special when Howie
encounters the Wicker Man.
In terms of
style “The Wicker Man” is hard to place. It is obviously a horror movie, but
the rusticity and the many songs makes it something of a folkloric musical. It would
a appear as a strange combination and threw me at first. Then as the movie progresses
it somehow ties well in with the plot. It juxtaposes the rural bliss with the
ominous practices on the island. The tunes are rustic but the lyrics are lurid
and bawdy in the extreme.
It is a
slow movie to be frank and probably too slow for many horror fans, but it is
all in the foreboding. Add to that the amazing voice of Christopher Lee and you
have a winner. When Lee speaks to the public, he does it with that booming
voice that makes me think of Saruman much later in his career and that gives me
the shivers.
“The Wicker
Man” is a recommendation from me. Horror without gore and jump scares, but with
foreboding is spades.
I loved this one too. The best part is I had no idea what was coming next.
ReplyDeleteAnd that is exactly what a good foreboding build-up does, keep you on your toes.
DeleteSuch a great little film helped enormously by Lee, but especially by Woodward, who is brilliant. When you can get the creeps from a song like Corn Rigs, the filmmaker is doing something right.
ReplyDeleteAvoid the remake at all costs.
Yeah, I heard that about the remake. I will stick to the original.
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