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Gayle 2022-03-27 09:01:06
3.7 is very psychedelic, very...
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Roxane 2022-03-27 09:01:06
11.1 I love watching Christians fight "pagans" so much! ! ! In the eyes of atheism/pantheism, you are all heretics! !...
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Vito 2022-03-27 09:01:06
The old version highlights the conflict between different religious...
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Alex 2022-03-27 09:01:06
It can also be said to be a highly targeted satire. The outsider has various labels, and he is arrogant, stupid, faux tiger, and...
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Meaghan 2022-03-27 09:01:06
8.5/10. ①The Christian police officer and the hero came to an island full of pagans to search for the missing little girl, but got into trouble and was sacrificed by a living person. ②The creation of a calm and peaceful atmosphere with a strange atmosphere: simple pictures + disturbed actors and plots with various insects and birds singing + (relatively speaking) beautiful and bright photography + peaceful and beautiful songs; strange Horrible ceremony + peaceful and beautiful songs (I like the...
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Brent 2022-03-27 09:01:06
It took 800 years of climbing on the electric donkey to climb down and I watched it with excitement, but I found that the shock had been brought out by the Cage version of the wicker man. . . Faith is a scary thing. . But the original sound is really good. After the film, I have to climb the OST again....
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Darron 2022-03-27 09:01:06
Gaul's Deroy priest burns the living in a willow statue - Voltaire
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Mollie 2022-03-27 09:01:06
Weird and coquettish, full of maliciousness hidden. Even after watching the (bad) version of Nicolas Cage's remake and already knowing how it ended, I shuddered when I saw the giant wicker...
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Darion 2022-03-27 09:01:06
I watched the Nicolas Cage version is not...
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Shanie 2022-03-26 09:01:05
The sacrificed animals and people screamed in despair, and the giant rattan man burned in the setting sun and fell hopelessly. This scene is truly...
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.
