The Wicker Man

Sometimes a movie hits the rarest of heights, in fact, some may refer to it as a low. A film that's so utterly bad it's actually good.

In the final act of The Wicker Man, when Nicolas Cage has donned a bear suit, you have to wonder just what it is you're watching.

Bad idea. Bad film.

Neil LaBute's utterly misconceived remake of Robin Hardy's 1973 cult horror film is a boring, fright-free catastrophe.

Neil LaBute's knack for biting wit would seem like the perfect fit for remaking Robin Hardy's 1973 classic. Unfortunately what he delivers is an unintentionally funny failure.

An exploitative mystery horror film in which Edward Woodward overacts his heart out.

LaBute has replaced the seduction of the first film with a general sense of bewilderment and loss; it's good for building tension but doesn't fit with the payoff. The plot elements lead where they need to go well enough but don't mix particularly well.

When The Wicker Man offers more laughs than Talladega Nights, it might be a sign for the auteur to switch brands to comedy