The real-world patriarchy is doing fine even in Wicker's fantastical town, where relationships are nothing more than an obligation. Every new maiden is destined to marry, brides wear a collar around their neck instead of exchanging rings, and anything a wife says to her partner goes in one ear and out the other. The men don't know what they don't know, and their spouses mostly do their bidding.
The targeted mockery is just part of another day, not only for all the women, but mostly towards the Fisherwoman (Olivia Colman). As the resident spinster, she lives on the outskirts, only coming through town to sell her catches of the day and becomes the object of humiliating jokes from her age, what she smells like, and the odds of her never settling down. It seems the only way to find someone worth loving, and to be loved in return, is to start from scratch. She shoots her shot requesting the basketmaker (Peter Dinklage) to make her a husband. In thirty days time, much to her surprise, the Wicker Husband (Alexander Skarsgard) is standing at the altar - handsome, kind, and ready to tie the knot without question.




