Its just a dull mess.
The Wicker Tree sees Hardy returning to these themes, a film of the same nature and nurture and same line of paganism and strength, based upon his novel Cowboys and Christ which was a fairly suitable lead on, but grandeur as it was it felt willing and astride to be something that had been done and could not be forced upon- this is that interpretation. As Hardy has been all but alienated out of society he sees age old occultism in the wrong eye, neither attributing to our society of modern civilisation even when in the pretext of materiality also the performances are adrift the story confused and kerfuffle and it feels a tad derirative, more low kwey- even more low budget but doesn't have that natural tour de force as did the scratched, on film reel of beautifulness as TWM here shot digitally and edited with a strict dull mediocre hand. The editing seems that of a young grad student- understandable and applause worthy but with such a strong film as TWM to have nailed to you and no other film bar one you should still take it upon yourself to do justice to your credibility and what fame you have and artist nuance which is derived from this disappointment.
Its ugly, brutally boring, stereotypical least of all luck lustred and wanting of something that shall and will never come with the full force that TWM did.
The Wicker Tree is dull and holds no ambivalence in its auras and stage designs or landscapes or sexual interpretations as it is neither bordering on professional or satisfyingly abruptly shocking and as unique divined as it was gelled to the original.