Splinter Unit: "Wicker," reviewed.
Chris Klimek
Olivia Colman meets her Wicker husband. (Black Bear)
The movie makes such a point, as it were, of Wickie’s bed-breaking prowess that you can’t not be reminded during its various, vigorous marriage-consummating montages that he’s not some forgiving polyblend. He’s 100 percent artisanal wicker. There isn’t enough lube in our perilously petroleum-plundering world, never mind this isolated, preindustrial village.
Wicker? I hardly etc. etc. My admiring Washington City Paper review is here.