Thought we’d observe the week leading up to Halloween with a theme of spooky stuff. No, I don’t mean Karl Lagerfeld naked in a cold bath, but we’re bringing on some mini featurettes –including this one– to get you in the Halloween spirit.
The other night over a fortifying toddy I mentioned to a friend of mine I’d been doing some research on the the integration of nature religions into Celtic Christian worship traditions. He said “Oh, like The Wicker Man?” and I said “like the what?”
“Like The Wicker Man. That movie will freak your [redacted] out.” and then proceeded to mock me mercilessly for never having seen such a seminal flick. I then stole a line from my friend’s 7 year old and said “well YOU don’t even speak Latin.” and that shut him up.
Y’all, that movie freaked my [redacted] OUT.
Of course I realize I am quite possibly the last person on the planet to have seen the 1973 original –well, probably except for Twistie who lives in the cave not dissimilar to my own– and my whole history as a critic has made me want to deconstruct it and talk about the chiaroscuro treatments so I’m not going to tell you anything the rest of the world doesn’t already know but seriously?
This is a masterpiece.
Atmospheric and moody, it reminds me more of Polanski’s treatment of Macbeth than anything else. There’s not really any gore but there is some good old-fashioned 1970’s nudity. Good times.