Another year brings another steamy comedy-drama where Alexander Skarsgård fulfills the erotic fantasies of a social outsider. "I absolutely adored Pillion!" exclaims Olivia Colman, typically profane from the start, referencing last year's British indie hit in which Skarsgård portrayed a leather-clad dominant with a timid traffic warden as his submissive. "And that kiss at the end ... Aww." The 52-year-old Oscar winner for The Favourite lets out a mock sniffle, gently shakes her frizzy gray curls, and pretends to dab her eyes.
Sitting next to her in a London hotel room, sporting a bright orange "I'm With Stupid" T-shirt, Skarsgård tilts his head in appreciation. In Pillion, Harry Melling had the honor of being ravaged by the 50-year-old Swedish actor. Now it's Colman's turn in Wicker, a raw adult fairy tale shot in Budapest and set in a medieval village populated almost entirely by British comic actors who speak in a mix of archaic formality ("Happy to transact with you") and blunt colloquialism ("I'd better fuck off"). Among them are Phil Daniels as a leering butcher and Richard E Grant as a doctor even more incompetent at his job than Grant was as a Celebrity Traitor.