Hollywood really has hit rock bottom and this derisory offering only serves to highlight the deperation that the studios find themselves in, why do they not go the whole hog and remake Citizen Kane or the Magnificent Ambersons and be done with it.

And, sorry, who exactly is Neil La Bute? A Mamet/A Miller wannabe who writes didactic, verbal chamber music for anyone dumb enough to wrap it up as something profound, see his latest offering on the west end with David Schwimmer, Some Girls, some shite. If he had an ounce of credibility he would have avoided the Wicker Man by a country mile, sadly like every director whose reputation is based on something they have not really achieved (ie: a good film or play) he would have passed the WM over, no, he thinks he can do better, what utter folly and like a disaster that is already forseen this will do nothing for his reputation(if he had one to begin with) and sink without trace.

Sadly, this typifies the malaise with american cinema, its great period was the seventies when true independent cinema (inc: US) shone so brightly, now it trundles on like a bad marriage that hates itself but cannnot call it quits!

I will sit back with the original version thank you and leave this one to the pagans to burn, if they did exist in Maine then they would be sharing the Island with lepracauns and trolls. a least with these inventions their is some honesty not like this masquerade.

Marcus Whitfield