Robin Hardy's 1973 folk horror classic gets a proper big-screen outing at The Beverly Theater, the kind of setting where the film's eerie pagan atmosphere and unsettling score can really sink in. The story follows a devout police sergeant who travels to a remote Scottish island to investigate a missing girl, only to find the local community's strange customs and rituals growing more sinister by the hour. It's a slow-burn descent into folklore and dread, culminating in one of cinema's most talked-about endings.

Watching "The Wicker Man" in a theater setting rather than at home changes the experience entirely—the isolation of the island, the discordant folk music, and that creeping sense of wrongness all land differently with an audience around you in the dark. The Beverly's intimate main theater, with its focus on sound and picture quality, feels suited to a film so dependent on mood and atmosphere. Given the venue's small scale, it has more the feel of watching something with a room full of strangers who all showed up for the same strange reason, rather than a typical multiplex crowd.