THE WICKER MAN
Slayed In Flame
This foundational folk horror (though perhaps a term director Robin Hardy used is more fitting: “fantastique”) has many admirable qualities: its playful mystery, its earthy eroticism, its surrealist touches, its ravishing score. One which should be discussed more often is how beautiful it is. It’s a fecund film, replete with the promise of seasonal renewal – miraculous really, given that its May Day revels were actually shot in November.