Children of the Grass
The hook hits, five minutes in, and makes you wonder if the script will keep up with such an abrupt premise. Now, the concept of “tall grass that knows everything” is reminiscent of Children of the Corn, but that impression doesn’t last. Shooting an entire movie in a grass field might sound like a way to minimize expenses, but screenwriter and director Vincenzo Natali makes the most of his budget.
Natali’s camera roams in the grass fields unnoticed. We forget it’s there. It doesn’t collide with the plants around. The film looks inexpensive, but not shoddy. The cast fits in the palm of a hand but they’re all talented. Like a machine gun, Stephen King and Joe Hill, who wrote the novella this is based on, hammer dozens of horror tropes. Some hit, some miss.
The film looks incredible, but it runs out of things to say. As good as the cast and crew are, you can’t polish a story like this one. I liked the idea of a haunted grass field, I wondered how it could sustain a feature length, and, well, it didn’t. It’s your average Stephen King movie, whose footsteps Joe Hill, his son, is now walking in. It’s still better than your run-of-the-mill horror.