Sergeant Howie (Edward Woodward) arrives on Summerisle expecting a simple missing-person case. Instead, he finds islanders who sing bawdy songs in the pub, make love openly in the fields and teach their children about fertility gods. Their leader, the charming Lord Summerisle (Christopher Lee), is happy to explain their beliefs, but nobody will tell Howie the truth about Rowan.
The film is unusual: much of it is bright, sunny and full of folk music. That cheerfulness is exactly what makes it so unsettling. Every smile feels like part of a game Howie does not understand.
Woodward is excellent as the stiff, self-righteous policeman, and Christopher Lee considered Lord Summerisle one of his finest roles. Paul Giovanni's songs are strange and catchy.
The middle sections can feel odd and slow, and the musical numbers will not suit everyone. But The Wicker Man builds to one of the most unforgettable endings in film history.










