Worst. Film. EVAR.
Jan. 7th, 2007 12:06 amI think the last time a movie pissed me off THIS BADLY was "Passion of the Mel." This movie has made me furious for the same reason; taking one of my favourite religious stories and distorting it through the lens of the director's psychological issues into a vehicle of hate.
I'm talking about the remake of "The Wicker Man".
I took notes while watching, hoping to write a sarcastic, pithy review. I find myself utterly unable to scare up any humour towards this piece of trash whatsoever. I couldn't even find myself to laugh about it during the film, and I was able to do that during "Passion". Of course, I was also playing the "Passion of the Christ" drinking game with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
americanstd. Taking a drink every time Jesus loses a pint of blood while watching that slasher pic will fuck you up, believe me. Don't try this at home, kids. Stunt liver, here.
I just don't even know where to start. The creators of the remake watched the 1973 classic of course and didn't get it at all. The 1973 movie was a clash of religions, a study into the nature of sacrifice, a celebration of pre-Christian British traditions that still survive, etc.
This thing had the owner of the island, Sister Summersisle, saying that her ancestors came to American in the 19th century or so to preserve the Celtic veneration for the feminine. This ends up being interpreted as female domination/male subordination because to the scriptwriter and director, not being subservient to men means that women must tyrannize them. Alex, misogyny for $5,000, and it's the Daily Double at that!
(Heh, I typed "Daly Double" at first which was a Freudian slip on my part if there ever was one.)
Anyway, there was no knowledge of Celtic religion or the Celtic gods and goddesses at all. The procession and rituals surrounding the famous final scene which are all very symbolic in the 1973 version are completely nonsensical here. I mean, it's not like this is the religion of real people, right?
Nicholas Cage's character was particularly infuriating. He's a California cop who goes to Washington state claiming to represent the law, then runs around the island waving his badge and kicking down peoples' doors. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? We're supposed to sympathize with this ass?
Anyway, I understand sacrifice and I've seen it for you so you don't have to. Wipe this abortion off your Netflix queues.
I'm talking about the remake of "The Wicker Man".
I took notes while watching, hoping to write a sarcastic, pithy review. I find myself utterly unable to scare up any humour towards this piece of trash whatsoever. I couldn't even find myself to laugh about it during the film, and I was able to do that during "Passion". Of course, I was also playing the "Passion of the Christ" drinking game with
americanstd. Taking a drink every time Jesus loses a pint of blood while watching that slasher pic will fuck you up, believe me. Don't try this at home, kids. Stunt liver, here.I just don't even know where to start. The creators of the remake watched the 1973 classic of course and didn't get it at all. The 1973 movie was a clash of religions, a study into the nature of sacrifice, a celebration of pre-Christian British traditions that still survive, etc.
This thing had the owner of the island, Sister Summersisle, saying that her ancestors came to American in the 19th century or so to preserve the Celtic veneration for the feminine. This ends up being interpreted as female domination/male subordination because to the scriptwriter and director, not being subservient to men means that women must tyrannize them. Alex, misogyny for $5,000, and it's the Daily Double at that!
(Heh, I typed "Daly Double" at first which was a Freudian slip on my part if there ever was one.)
Anyway, there was no knowledge of Celtic religion or the Celtic gods and goddesses at all. The procession and rituals surrounding the famous final scene which are all very symbolic in the 1973 version are completely nonsensical here. I mean, it's not like this is the religion of real people, right?
Nicholas Cage's character was particularly infuriating. He's a California cop who goes to Washington state claiming to represent the law, then runs around the island waving his badge and kicking down peoples' doors. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? We're supposed to sympathize with this ass?
Anyway, I understand sacrifice and I've seen it for you so you don't have to. Wipe this abortion off your Netflix queues.
