Remember
my last post? How I was wishing and/or praying for less hours in office.
Apparently that was something the universe’s still not ready to grant me. Half
my weekend was spent in office! As would be for anyone who's had to work on
weekends, I did not enjoy it one bit.
So, me
having only the Sunday at my disposal, did what any (lazy) genius would do
watching movies on laptop all day. And anyone who knows me and my relationship
would've already guessed how that goes. Me spending a day with movies usually is
like watching a dozen of them back to back, cocooned in my bed, potato chips
all around me, with the speakers on high volume.
And
since I am on a horror fix of late, the loud volume jumps that these movies
have is not at all appreciated by my folks. But well, what can I do. Jump
scares are the only way James Wan knows how to scare people. That, and new
houses, and creepy looking dummies.
The
gem of this specific spree was undoubtedly The Wicker Man. A really,
really, twisted story of Celtic paganism versus Christianity. Coupled with some grand storytelling!
It
stars Christopher Lee, the British white haired villain you've seen a lot of
movies but never really noticed enough to learn his name. And that's about it.
Every other actor in the movie was largely unknown to me. But their performance
was so good that I've now goggled up most of them. And have even checked up on
some scenes from a cult TV show that hero starred in. I especially liked
Woodward and Britt. Don't worry; they are not names you'd recognize right away
either.
The
movie plot seemed a lot like a routine B-movie story line. A guy comes to a new
place, there is someone missing, a whole town gives him a cold shoulder, he sees
weird things happening all around him, in the end he solves the big mystery
behind the smallfolk’s behavior, and inevitably the unexpected twist during
climax.
All
that was pretty ordinary, but the way it was all detailed out for the audience
was quite extraordinary. The whole thing flows on without a single dull moment.
Every frame is utilized to give you more idea of what the Summerisle Island
stands for and of crazy people living there. Some of the harbor-folk’s
dialogues were pretty incomprehensible for me. But other than that I have no
complains about anything in the movie.
I even
liked the songs in the movie. And that is rare. The only musical I last
appreciated was the Sound of Music and that only because it had the Plummer and
Andrews’s combination in it. I despised the high school cheerleader musical fad
that happened a few years back. (Yuck).
The
end of the movie has a song as well. It is an actual hymn of the sea-faring
folks sung by the islanders and also has the hero/policeman saying a psalm. This
scene has live animals put to fire. Human being put ablaze. Crazed pagan
worshippers yelling, and the hero yelling back threatening words from the
Bible. And it has end shot with the setting sun seen shining through the pyre
and flames roasting all of those within the wicker man. You cannot hope for a
better end for a classic horror movie.
Love
it!
Today,
I am starting my first horror story.
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