A police sergeant who is a Christian (Edward Woodward) is duly outraged by a truly pagan Scottish island, thinking a missing young girl might have been murdered there. The 1973 The Wicker Man is a fairly intelligent and intriguing entertainment but, to me, there is something cheap and offputting about it. This is due to the unnecessary female nudity the film offers (though some of it is necessary), especially that of Britt Ekland‘s body double. There is more to it than that, however, but what? Perhaps it’s because its depiction of human evil is too outre, too bizarre. I don’t know. All the same, Woodward’s acting is rivetingly true.