Update: While The Wicker Man: Final Cut tours the U.S. from Bellingham to Brookline (see link below), L.A. audiences are fortunate, as it’s just been announced that this Friday night, the first of November, legendary actress Britt Ekland — “The Landlord’s Daughter” herself! — will introduce the 7:30 screening at Landmark’s fabulous Nuart Theatre, plus she’s staying for a Q&A. If you miss this, you’re crazy.
Britt Ekland in The Wicker Man: Final Cut
We now return you to the original opening paragraph.
I get excited about movies, but rarely does a film astound me. Sinisterly exuberant, elegantly subversive, ravishingly eerie, hilariously chilling — I just can’t throw enough positive adjectival phrases at The Wicker Man: the 1973 masterpiece penned by Anthony Shaffer and magnificently directed by Robin Hardy. At the fore stands the world’s greatest actor Christopher Lee, in one of his career peaks (“the best-scripted film I ever took part in,” Mr. Lee says of The Wicker Man, in the 1999 edition of his autobiography); plus it features remarkable turns from Edward Woodward, Ingrid Pitt, Lindsay Kemp (who taught David Bowie and Kate Bush to dance), and the alluring Britt Ekland (whose dance herein could alter your worldview). Add the brilliant songs of Paul Giovanni and generous dollops of folkloric savvy, et voilà: perfection.
The trick is the treat.
The plot? I’m not telling. A cop searches for a missing child. Do not read synopses, don’t ask anyone about it, just see it. If for the first time, I envy you.
Truly, lucky you. In its unique blend of mystery, thriller, drama, comedy, social satire, and yes, even musical, this film practically reinvents the art form of cinema. Following years of butchered prints, short cuts, slightly-improved cuts, and missing shots, you get to experience The Wicker Man: Final Cut, director Hardy’s approved DCP restoration of his definitive version. This edit has been out of circulation since 1979, and recently scanned from a 35mm U.S. print discovered in the Harvard Film Archive. After being unceremoniously slashed in 1973 to fit on a double bill with Don’t Look Now, The Wicker Man: Final Cut celebrates its 40th anniversary in style. I spoke with Mr. Hardy, and asked him about the film’s origins.
“Tony Shaffer and I had been partners in the film company we owned for 13 years,” he relates. “We had facilities in Paris, Frankfurt, Milan and New York — headquartered in London. And we made dramas for television, and lots of very high-priced commercials all over the world.
“During that time, Tony and I, in our association, were very much — how can I saw, smitten, perhaps, is the right word — with a passion for games play. And this is a key that really very few people have understood about The Wicker Man — and maybe because they’ve never seen Tony’s play Sleuth: which preceded it, on the stage in London, and in New York.
“The games playing was part of our daily lives for those years. Every now and then he would play an enormous practical joke on me, and I would have to think of one to play back. This was all very good-humored, and sometimes I was furious at what he had done, and he was furious at what I’d done — but it kept us amused through all those years, and then the time came for us to start leaving the whole commercial/television scene, and move to features — and plays: he of course was very much influenced by the fact that by that time his twin brother was one of the most famous playwrights around (Peter Shaffer: Equus; Amadeus).”
Wicker Men: Producer Peter Snell, screenwriter Anthony Shaffer, director Robin Hardy
(from the autobiography of Christopher Lee)
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