Movie review

It’s too bad the title “The Wicker Man” was already taken, as that’s literally what star Alexander Skarsgård is playing in “Wicker,” a randy little ditty of a film from married co-writers and co-directors Alex Huston Fischer and Eleanor Wilson, who adapt the story “The Wicker Husband” by Ursula Wills for the screen. Skarsgård, always up for any kind of particularly sexy challenge , plays the titular husband here, woven by a skilled Basket Weaver (Peter Dinklage) at the behest of a lonely Fisherwoman (Olivia Colman), who lives in a terribly strange little village in a sort of vaguely medieval era.

“Mother Nature provides,” says the Basket Weaver, “I merely augment.” That’s one way to put it, as he delivers a 6-foot-plus sex machine made of wicker to the Fisherwoman. The perfect man doesn’t exist? The Fisherwoman finds her new beau breaking the bed frame nightly — and he’s handy around the house in many other ways, too. The only drawback?…