‘They Do Love Their Divinity Lessons’: An Introduction to The Wicker Man By Robbie Edmonstone WICKER MAN’S LEG-LOPPING MYSTERY: A Galloway landmark left by a cult 1970s movie has been chopped HS[R ;SSHIR PIKW JVSQ E ½KYVI WIX EPMKLX MR XLI ½REP WGIRIW SJ The Wicker Man had remained in their concrete bases at Burrowhead for some 30 years. Investigations have started after the legs – standing about 5ft high – were sawn down and removed, leaving two stumps in the ground. BBC Scotland News, 23 November 2006 Outwardly, people are more or less civilised, but inwardly they are still primitives. Carl Jung, Four Archetypes As blood-curdlingly horrifying as the news of the above theft was for devotees of Robin Hardy’s 1973 art-horror meisterwerk, in truth there was something of the poetic about it. For what other conclusion could there possibly be to the bewildering story SJ E ½PQ XLEX MW [LSPP] XVERW½\IH [MXL XLI trappings of cultism yet, paradoxically, has steadily established its own ^IEPSYW GYPX SJ SFWIWWMZIW# -W MX ER] [SRHIV XLEX E ½PQMG XSXIQ IZSOMRK WYGL fervour and froth in its fans – an annual rock festival, a fanzine, Nuada, a two-day academic conference in 2003, a literary adaptation, three critical books, an abhorrent Hollywood remake and the obligatory Iron Maiden music video – should have been so YRXMQIP] WIZIVIH JVSQ MXW GSVTSVIEP GSRGVIXI VSSXW# Of course not. As you read this article, in the back ½IPH SJ ER MRXIRWMZI GVST JEVQ MR %]VWLMVI WXERH X[S ½ZI JSSX PYQTW SJ [SSH HYWX] [MXL XLI EWLIW SJ burnt sheep, goats and virgins, charred by-products SJ ER ERRYEP WEGVM½GI EMQIH EX MRGVIEWMRK XLI QEVOIX yield of turnips, potatoes and runner beans, their new custodian hysterically barking out pagan non sequiturs in a bad wig and white robes whilst a dozen other prominent representatives of the British agricultural industry sway in time to his frenzied chants, the obsessive fanaticism in their faces hidden by animal facemasks yet betrayed by the rhythmic, primitive K]VEXMSRW SJ XLIMV KIRY¾IGXMRK FSHMIW WMPLSYIXXIH against a blood-red setting sun. Well, either that or some opportunistic capitalist bastard has chopped
them up for sale on eBay. My central point remains unchanged: The Wicker Man is a unique and fascinating ½PQ [MXL HIZMERGI from cultural, political and religious norms at its very core, and as such it comes as no surprise that its legacy produced such a deviant act of theft and vandalism in Galloway last year (the region, that is, not the Respect Coalition MP for Bethnal Green). Man’s inward primitivism, it seems, is still just as relevant now as it [EW JSV XLI QEOIVW SJ XLI ½PQ ]IEVW SR Why all the fuss then – or, as Edward Woodward’s 2IMP ,S[MI TYXW MX ³3L [LEX MW EPP XLMW#´ *SV ostensibly there seems no reason why the ashes of XLMW ½PQMG SHHMX] WLSYPH LEZI GSRXMRYIH XS WQSYPHIV through the decades. Filmed in 1973 on a shoestring budget in the perishing cold of deepest darkest Scotland, deemed unworthy of exhibition and released as a B-picture to Nicholas Roeg’s Don’t Look Now, chopped and schlocked-up by American drive-in exploitation mogul Roger Corman and accidentally thrown away and buried forever under a motorway, everything about The Wicker Man’s production and distribution is, as Allan Brown notes, ‘a textbook example of How Things Should Never Be Done’.1 The story itself is hardly exceptional: a simple investigation thriller that portrays a pious policeman
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