A remake of The Wicker Man (1973) is being hurled at screens across America this weekend, no doubt as punishment for some unnamed cultural crime, or a Lovecraftian manifestation of the sheer horror the universe inflicts. I like Neil LaBute, but I really do not want to see this.
Reviewers seem to agree, so far. The RottenTomatoes rating dropped from 20% down to 17%, as I worked on this blog post. And that leads us to some cheerily, some wistfully bad reviews. Word of a twisted ending, along with that geographical shift, brings to mind the staggering vileness of the US remake of The Vanishing (1988). Ebert has a nice line on that, which sounds like it applies to this current remix:
a textbook exercise in the trashing of a nearly perfect film
Here, in order to wash that foul remake taste from your collective mouths, is Christopher Lee exulting:
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