Back in 1973 I was living in Encinitas, part of "North County" of San Diego, California. My good friend, Lori C., insisted that we should go to an exclusive showing of a new movie called "The Wicca Man." I didn't know anything about the movie, but I liked spending time with her, so I picked her up and we drove over to the Ken theater on Adams Ave.
There was a long line of people waiting to see a movie that was actually named The Wicker Man. Most of the people were dressed in black and wearing silver jewelry.
For me, the movie was spellbinding. It actually had two plots. The superficial plot was of a deeply religious (Christian) British police officer who learned of a missing young