The Wicker Man

John Chard 5/16/2024 3:22:14PM 8.4

I believe in the life eternal, as promised to us by our Lord, Jesus Christ. Mainland Sergeant Neil Howie (Edward Woodward) flies off to the remote Scottish island of Summerisle to investigate the disappearance of a 12 year old girl. What he finds is a culture steeped in Paganism, presided over by Lord Summerisle (Christopher Lee). Meeting static and indifference wherever he goes - and being driven to anger by the assault on his Christian beliefs - Howie is very much a man alone and most likely in grave danger? Directed by Robin Hardy and adapted to screen by Anthony Shaffer from David Pinner's novel, Ritual, The Wicker Man is very much a cult masterpiece. The back stories to it could make a film all by itself, be it censor baiting, studio cuts, body doubles or just plain offending religious groups, it's a film that is well worth looking into via the top range home format releases. From the moment Howie (a truly brilliant Woodward) lands at Summerisle everything seems off, there's a sinister atmosphere pervading the story. He is met by unnerving imagery wherever he goes, songs and rituals gnawing away at his senses, there's even eroticism deftly placed within the film's master plan. He doesn't know what's going on, and neither do we, this is a mystery right? There is after all a missing child to be found, right? But once Lord Summerisle (Lee also terrific) enters proceedings and ups his game, things unravel in edgy fashion, building up to the justifiably famous and harrowing finale. Some modern horror fans may baulk at the lack of bloody carnage et al, but this is classic horror. A horror film bulging with intelligence and pulsing away with literate smarts. 9/10

OuroborosSurfer 11/7/2023 7:17:44PM 8.4

Here Edward Woodward stars as Sgt. Howie, a Christian Scottish policeman sent to the remote island of Summerisle to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. The horror of the Wicker Man is not the obvious kind that hits you in the face with a hammer, but quietly creeps up on you. The way the pagan villagers act indifferently or defensively to the supposed disappearance or murder of a child is disturbing, especially as everyone seems to be hiding something, including the girl's classmates. One criticism of the various heavily cut versions of the film is that not quite enough time is given to that subtle process of building up the suspense and atmosphere of the film. The Director's Cut, however, is a small masterpiece. The central idea of this closed-off pagan community, generally peaceful but indulging in the rare bit of ritual of human sacrifice, is delicious. Woodward as Howie is on top acting form, as is the legendary Christopher Lee as Lord Summerisle. Economical storytelling ratchets up suspense and mystery. Additionally, the film boasts one of the best and most fitting soundtracks I've ever heard, comprised mostly of in world folk songs rather than generic "spooky" music. The ending of The Wicker Man must go down as one of the most shocking in cinema history. Since the film plays it relatively cool until that point, the payoff is all the more harrowingly believable. I also enjoyed the idea that, in terms of what may lie beyond death from the point of view of the characters, both Howie and the islanders get some kind of "reward" from the final ritual. The islanders get the reassurance that their crops will thrive in the coming year, while Howie gets his martyr's death and the expectation of a special place in heaven. The film made me think a lot about belief systems; who is to say paganism is less valid than any other system of religion? All religions are sustained by faith and passion rather than reason or evidence. Thought-provoking, strangely beautiful, and just plain creepy, the restored version of The Wicker Man deserves its cult status. Even if you're not usually a fan of horror, you're likely to take something away from this burnt offering. The word "classic" was invented for this brilliant and eccentric film.

FolknHell 8/25/2026 9:22:10PM 8.4

There is something wonderfully perverse about *The Wicker Man* spending so much of its time refusing to look frightening. Summerisle is bright, musical, fertile and apparently having an excellent time. People sing in the pub, copulate enthusiastically on the grass and decorate the place with enough fertility symbolism to make Sergeant Howie’s blood pressure a genuine secondary plot. Yet almost everybody he meets already knows exactly what is going to happen to him. That is where the horror really sits. Howie arrives believing he is investigating the disappearance of Rowan Morrison, but he is actually moving through a carefully constructed ritual in which his own personality does most of the heavy lifting. His Christianity, virginity, sense of duty and magnificent capacity for outrage are not incidental character details. They are precisely what make him useful. Edward Woodward makes that righteousness abrasive enough that Summerisle’s paganism can initially seem almost preferable. Then Christopher Lee’s Lord Summerisle appears, charming, amused and utterly certain of himself, and the film quietly removes the comforting idea that one belief system here is obviously saner than the other. Both men possess absolute faith. Only one of them knows how the day ends. The animal masks sharpen that idea beautifully. Once the May Day procession begins, familiar villagers become anonymous creatures, individuality disappearing into ceremony. They are still the same people, but suddenly they look less like neighbours and more like a single organism carrying Howie towards its required conclusion. And then there is the music. Because it belongs so completely to the life of the island, the songs make ritual feel ordinary. *The Wicker Man* does not gradually replace happiness with dread. It allows singing, dancing and communal celebration to continue right into murder. The hills really are alive. Unfortunately, so is the sacrifice. Fifty years of imitation have made its ingredients familiar, but the peculiar mixture remains difficult to reproduce: mystery, musical, religious argument, dirty joke, pastoral idyll and finally something appalling. The wicker man itself may be folk horror’s most famous image. The cleverer achievement is making us realise that the film has been inside it all along. --- Reviewed by FolknHell, the folk horror film podcast · folknhell com Hear the full FolknHell podcast discussion of The Wicker Man: folknhell com/the-wicker-man-review along with our other reviews, transcripts and episodes.