When police sergeant Howie is sent to a small Scottish island village to investigate the disappearance of a young girl, he finds the eccentric residents strangely uncooperative, some claiming the girl never even existed. This film is a drug-induced haze of nonsensical songs, random orgies, and occasional plot only the 70’s could produce. While the story is intriguing enough, there’s a few too many out-of-place musical numbers accompanied by uncomfortably long nude dancing scenes for my taste. The pay-off, while definitely unexpected, takes a long time to come around to. And aside from that ending, the proceeding events, though creepy in their own rite, do not make this film horror in my eyes. While widely considered a foundational film of its genre, The Wicker Man was just not for me.
