Sirenlike, she sings the policeman blind and half demented with desire until he flattens himself desperately against the wall as though only the plaster between them keeps him from collapsing into her arms.
I was kind of surprised he went that far. Although I knew already at that point that he was going to be killed, I didn't know anything of this mythological role he was playing, or of the game he was in. But I instinctively really didn't like the idea of Howie having sex with the girl--maybe simply because I didn't believe his character could lose so much restraint.
The moment he sees the photograph of Rowan Morrison surrounded by the scanty, disastrous harvest over which she presided, he understands why she would make such an appropriate sacrifice for the next year's fertility: "Well, that's it: the crops failed. And it's Rowan—Rowan and the crops failed!"
I loved the subtle clue when he was served canned vegetables and was told that there were no apples.
His researches in the town library have not told him what happens when the substitute king is not enough, but he shouts unerringly at the island's lord, "If the crops fail, Summerisle, next year your people will kill you on May Day!"
I was a little disappointed when the movie ended immediately after the burning of the Wicker Man--I really wanted to know if the next year's harvest was going to be good as Summerisle promised. I also wanted to know what would happen when Howie was missed.
On his knees beside his bed, Howie finds his prayers disturbed by the meditative, slightly mocking voice of Lord Summerisle, as he watches two snails glide over one another on a leaf, glistening in the windowlight, abandoned and sinless as the couples Howie glimpsed earlier in the ruins of the churchyard.
The juxtaposition of those images, I think, was the main reason I was really surprised when Howie didn't start masturbating.
Well, there's not much I can add to this really great post on the movie, but it makes me doubly glad I wrested it from yesterday.
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I was kind of surprised he went that far. Although I knew already at that point that he was going to be killed, I didn't know anything of this mythological role he was playing, or of the game he was in. But I instinctively really didn't like the idea of Howie having sex with the girl--maybe simply because I didn't believe his character could lose so much restraint.
The moment he sees the photograph of Rowan Morrison surrounded by the scanty, disastrous harvest over which she presided, he understands why she would make such an appropriate sacrifice for the next year's fertility: "Well, that's it: the crops failed. And it's Rowan—Rowan and the crops failed!"
I loved the subtle clue when he was served canned vegetables and was told that there were no apples.
His researches in the town library have not told him what happens when the substitute king is not enough, but he shouts unerringly at the island's lord, "If the crops fail, Summerisle, next year your people will kill you on May Day!"
I was a little disappointed when the movie ended immediately after the burning of the Wicker Man--I really wanted to know if the next year's harvest was going to be good as Summerisle promised. I also wanted to know what would happen when Howie was missed.
On his knees beside his bed, Howie finds his prayers disturbed by the meditative, slightly mocking voice of Lord Summerisle, as he watches two snails glide over one another on a leaf, glistening in the windowlight, abandoned and sinless as the couples Howie glimpsed earlier in the ruins of the churchyard.
The juxtaposition of those images, I think, was the main reason I was really surprised when Howie didn't start masturbating.
Well, there's not much I can add to this really great post on the movie, but it makes me doubly glad I wrested it from yesterday.