Chris and I saw the Wicker movie on Sunday. It was kind of a wild story. A fisherwoman asked Peter Dinklage to make her a husband out of wicker. (Side note: I once saw Peter Dinklage outside of Billy’s Bakery in New York). Anyway, the wicker guy turned out to be a model husband, and the other women in the village were jealous. It was a bit like a Grimm’s fairy tale, with some happiness and some menace. 

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