Rewatched Aug 21, 2012
Josh Keown’s review:
“Oh no, not the bees! Not the bees! AHHHH! Oh, they’re in my eyes! My eyes! AHHHH! ARRGHH!”
-Edward Malus (Nicolas Cage)
Psst! Not many people realise this, fellow Letterboxd users, I mean it’s one of the biggest, best kept secrets in Hollywood.
Are you sure you’re ready for this information? Ok then…
Well as it happens, The Wicker Man is actually the greatest comedy movie ever made. In the whole, entire history of mankind. It’s a terrifically intelligent satire, on how audiences expect filmmakers to make a good quality film. It features a genuinely laugh-out-loud script, and the performances are just marvellous.
VERDICT; Genius. Just pure genius. Cage, you wily old dog, letting us believe you’d make a bad movie. Only you could pull off a movie about bees, honey, male sex slaves, and punching women in the face.
If only they had billed it as a comedy. Cage could’ve snapped an Oscar. Best screenplay? Easily. But it wasn’t. It’s one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
What a load of wank. ½ a star.
2 and ½ extra for effort, and for being such a fearless bastard in actually making this film.
3/5 or 6/10