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Maxine 2021-12-30 17:21:10
Barbaric worship and rough intervention, the sight of this island is not a religion. No matter how beautiful Christianity is, the essence of religion cannot be...
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Dedrick 2021-12-30 17:21:10
A fusion of horror films, musicals, erotic films and primitive religious themes. The details are very brilliant. It explores the conflict between Christianity and paganism, reason and belief, and has some influence on the witch hunt in the history of Christianity and the persecution of "heretics". Insinuation. The large-scale documentary images make the open-air group sex and the May Festival ceremony even more powerful. Many ballads with sexual and religious hints are very beautiful. The...
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Freddy 2021-12-30 17:21:10
Pagans sang and danced and the spring was bright and beautiful, and Christians fought hard to the end. The front was a bit rough, but the May Day climax had fate and history collided. The memorial scene turned modern people back to the Middle Ages. The only horror film that uses traditional folk songs as a killer. The animal dress and Uncle Li's black long straight are intoxicating, and there is a fox-headed kilt who is very...
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Johnnie 2021-12-30 17:21:10
8/10. The angry accusation from the police detective near the end of the film created a feeling of being captured by the devil, and the power of faith was so strong that it would not arouse the fear of murder among the followers. Here [The Wicker Man] is a romantic horror film. Romanticism breeds in the wild group P of naked crops under the wonderful light and red fruit in the dark. Children are tied with ribbons and trees, animal masks and other rituals. Paradoxical joy is like the collapse of...
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Destin 2021-12-30 17:21:10
The huge wicker man at the end of the film has shocked me; the documentary is chaotic; the bunny, lizard, frog, weird, animal man is very cute; the group sex and snail montage in the cemetery at night is super...
The Wicker Man Comments
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Sergeant Howie: Where is Rowan Morrison?
Lord Summerisle: Sergeant Howie, I think that... you are supposed to be the detective here.
Sergeant Howie: A child is reported missing on your island. At first, I'm told there is no such child. I-I... I then find that there is, in fact, but she has been killed. I subsequently discover that there is no death certificate. And now I find that there is a grave. There's no body.
Lord Summerisle: Very perplexing for you. What do you think could have happened?
Sergeant Howie: I think Rowan Morrison was murdered, under circumstances of Pagan barbarity, which I can scarcely bring myself to believe is taking place in the 20th century. Now, it is my intention tomorrow to return to the mainland and report my suspicions to the chief constable of the West Highland Constabulary. And I will demand a full inquiry takes place into the affairs of this heathen island.
Lord Summerisle: You must, of course, do as you see fit, Sergeant.
[ringing a bell]
Lord Summerisle: Perhaps it's just as well that you won't be here tomorrow to be offended by the sight of our May Day celebrations here.
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Lord Summerisle: In the last century, the islanders were starving. Like our neighbors today, they were scratching a bare subsistence from sheep and sea. Then in 1868, my grandfather bought this barren island and began to change things. A distinguished Victorian scientist, agronomist, free thinker. How formidably benevolent he seems. Essentially the face of a man incredulous of all human good.
Sergeant Howie: You're very cynical, my Lord.
Lord Summerisle: What attracted my grandfather to the island, apart from the profuse source of wiry labor that it promised, was the unique combination of volcanic soil and the warm gulf stream that surrounded it. You see, his experiments had led him to believe that it was possible to induce here the successful growth of certain new strains of fruit that he had developed. So, with typical mid-Victorian zeal, he set to work. The best way of accomplishing this, so it seemed to him, was to rouse the people from their apathy by giving them back their joyous old gods, and it is as a result of this worship the barren island would burgeon and bring forth fruit in great abundance. What he did, of course, was to develop new cultivars of hardy fruits suited to local conditions. But, of course, to begin with, they worked for him because he fed them and clothed them. But then later, when the trees starting fruiting, it became a very different matter, and the ministers fled the island, never to return. What my grandfather had started out of expediency, my father continued out of... love. He brought me up the same way, to reverence the music and the drama and the rituals of the old gods. To love nature and to fear it. And to rely on it and to appease it where necessary. He brought me up...
Sergeant Howie: He brought you up to be a Pagan!
Lord Summerisle: A heathen, conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one.
