I hadn’t seen it in years, but I rewatched it last night and…ew.
In ~1750, some crazy-assed Scots minister asks “God” to separate Brigadoon from the rest of the world to protect it from evil (like…steam engines and emancipation and vaccinations and such, one presumes). It vanishes away into the highlands mist and only reappears one day in 100 years.
The nature of the “blessing” is that if anyone ever leaves Brigadoon for any reason, the entire town will evaporate into mist, forever.
By 1950, the town is waking up to it’s second morning after the “blessing”. 200 years have passed. Every morning the Brigadooners have is one more century the Brigdooners are further removed from the real world—cults have a word for this that I can’t remember. The point is that maaaaybe someone from 1750 could adjust…sorta…to 1950, but give them a week or two more and it becomes hopeless. They’ll never adapt.
Some guy, after getting dumped and seeing his True Love (hey–it’s a musical. True Love is a thing) get married to someone else says “Y’know what? I don’t want to live here any more. Nobody even asked me in the first place” and decides to leave. He’s killed. The [del]cultist’s[/del] town’s reaction? “It was clear/God’s own hand/and we all/should be grateful and glad about it.”.
- Turns out that people can come into Brigadoon without upsetting the “blessing” if they love someone in the town, but they can never leave after. So you can get in, but never get out?
How is this NOT Lovecraftian?