I would never have thought The Wicker Man would prove so thoroughly un-killable. The original was spooky in a rough, amateurish sort of way (or perhaps it was just that the first time I saw it I was young enough that sex was automatically kinda spooky). Then the 2006 remake proved to be thoroughly wretched. And yet somehow Robin Hardy – the director of the original – managed to scrape together the money to shoot a semi-sequel even more ridiculous than the first outing. In this round a couple of evangelicals from Texas run afoul of deadly pagans. See if desperate
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