While recovering from a tragic accident on the road, the patrolman Edward Malus receives a letter from his former fiancée Willow, who left him years ago without any explanation, telling that her daughter Rowan is missing. Edward travels to the private island of Summerisle, where Willow lives in an odd community that plant fruits, and she reveals that Rowan is actually their daughter. Along his investigation with the hostile and unhelpful dwellers, Edward discloses that the locals are pagans, practicing old rituals to improve their harvest, and Rowan is probably alive and being prepared to be sacrificed. When he locates the girl, he finds also the dark truth about the wicker man. Written by
Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
The plane that Malus swims out to with the broken radio has the tail identification N7241P. N7241P is the ID of a real plane which crashed in 1985 after the pilot had taken barbiturates pre-flight. See more »
When Edward is drinking the tankard of mead, we see his face through the glass bottom. A few moments later, he smashes a bee with it. In spun metal tankards of that type, the glass bottom is recessed to protect the glass. He could have trapped the bee, but not smashed it except with the bottom rim, which is too narrow to make such an action plausible. See more »
[runs over to help Rowan and pulls off the mask of his bear costume]
My name is Edward. I'm gonna save you.
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The Wicker Man. I am so angry that I cannot write a proper comment about this movie.
The plot was ridiculous, thinly tied together, and altogether-just lame. Nicolas Cage...shame on you! I assumed that since you were in it, that it would be at least decent. It was not.
I felt like huge parts of the movie had been left on the cutting room floor, and even if it's complete-the movie was just outlandish and silly.
At the end you're left mouth agape, mind befuddled and good taste offended. I have never heard so many people leave a theater on opening day with so much hatred. People were complaining about it in small groups in the mall, four floors down from the theater near the entrance. It's that bad.
I heard it compared to : Glitter, American Werewolf in Paris and Gigli. My boyfriend was so mad he wouldn't even talk about it.
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