I can't believe how generous I was towards this long-awaited but unasked-for sequel when I first saw it. I seemed to think that, even if it didn't work as a horror movie, it was a pleasant enough Sunday afternoon-type comedy (given my twisted tastes, anyway).
What the fuck was I thinking? The Wicker Tree is an absolute car crash of a film. Nothing works on any level, everyone's awful in it (yes, even Christopher Lee) and it's boring as hell.
I'm struggling to justify giving it even one star (I scored it two and a half stars last time for some unfathomable reason!), but I guess the first act is fairly entertaining, setting up what could be a half-decent story before it all starts to fall apart.
And then, for the next hour or so, it never stops falling apart.