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I’ve tried fertilizers. I’ve tried conditioners. Hell, I’ve even tried building my own compost heap—but that damn tomato patch in my back yard simply refuses to grow. What’s a middle-class, progressive group-house-dweller got to do to get some organic gardening action happening in the barren soil of Mount Pleasant? Sacrifice a virgin? (Can’t say I know too many.) If Robin Hardy’s 1973 cult flick The Wicker Man is any indication, all it takes to appease the gods of fruit is the flame-broiled roasting of some sap foolish enough to unwittingly volunteer himself for the service. Sounds like a fair enough deal to me. Er, wait. Are tomatoes fruits or vegetables? I hope the former, because, apparently, in order to appease the veggie gods I’ve got to cut off my left nut. Don’t be late for your appointment with The Wicker Man, which screens as part of the Halloween Treats series at 8 p.m. (see Showtimes for a weekly schedule of films) at the American Film Institute’s Silver Theatre and Cultural Center, 8633 Colesville Road, Silver Spring. $8.50. (301) 495-6700. (Matthew Borlik)