The Wicker Man

Laverne 2021-12-30 17:21:10

Officer Howie received a letter requesting an investigation of the missing girl and then went to Summerisle in the west of Scotland. After getting on the island, it was like Alice falling into the rabbit hole. Everything happened before him. Beyond his imagination. Unlike what happened to Alice, there is still a whole set of plans waiting for him in the cave...

Horror films with a calm mind never disdain to use sudden bloody scenes and other means to scare people. In this film, the development of everything follows the inherent logic, but the premise here is not the same as ours. For example, we think it is barbaric to sacrifice with living people, they think it is pious; we think it is pornographic for girls to dance around naked in broad daylight, they think it is serious, and so on. These differences all appear in the name of religious ceremonies, and for both sides, there is even less a basis for dialogue. Communication is blocked, and the residents of the island have a hostile attitude towards the police officers without exception-you can't say that there is something wrong with this, defensive heart. In such an environment that was hard to criticize on the surface, but was increasingly uneasy in his heart, the police officer walked step by step to the truth arranged for him by the island owner and the residents of the island step by step with his own strength. From the moment he received the letter, he had already embarked on a path of no return, desperate to the end. This irresistible, irresistible evil, ubiquitous and impossible to attack, is enough to induce fear in the bottom of my heart. Do you feel something wrong with your daily life and can't tell where it is? Have you finally found a way out and feel unreliable? Is there just a difference in opinions between others and yourself, or is there a gap between good and evil? Are all encounters arranged by heaven or arranged by people with ulterior motives? People are most afraid of the unknown because they actually don't know anything, and paganism is only a manifestation of the unknown in the film.

The "wicker man" in the title refers to the humanoid props made of wicker in the end of the film festival. At the moment when the mystery is revealed, the audience knows that the scenes of the police officer and fiancee who seemed inconspicuous at first have other meanings, and they are almost at the same time. The tormented police officer in Willow's singing felt worthless.

I highly recommend the weird "Willow's Song" with a ghostly look here. I'm so nervous. The pornography hidden in it is scary. I will never beat the wall in the middle of the night like Officer Howey. In fact, the entire original soundtrack written by Paul Giovanni is very strong, but this song is so outstanding that it must be specifically pointed out.

Special reminder, don’t watch the 2005 remake

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The Wicker Man quotes

  • 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.

  • 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.