Road trip!
Vicky and Burt are traipsing through Nebraska en route to Seattle so he can pursue a medical-related job opportunity. (Pro tip: next time, forget the scenic route and cash in those frequent flyer points, even if it’s JetBlue).
The duo is regaled with a selection of end-times hectoring on the radio, surely a sign something is…Amish (har har).
And sure enough, a kid stumbles out of the rows of corn, and the doc doesn’t take action quickly enough. But it turns out it’s not the sedan that’s sending this kid to Cornhusker heaven – you see, his neck was already sliced like deli meat.
Soon, Vicky and Burt puts the following sinister maxim to the test: a friend helps you move, a good friend helps you move a body.
They put the kid’s lifeless form in the trunk and trek it to the nearest down, Gatlin, all things considered an upstanding move, but not a smart one.
Denizens of Gatlin sport wide-brim hats and talk solemnly about the peculiar “he who walks behind rows,” and it almost goes without saying, are not keen on outsiders.
Children of the Corn features some nice atmospheric touches and an epic score, but is not exactly a barn…burner.
As a Stephen King adaptation, it ranks somewhere in the middle – only because so many awful ones have been made of late it almost looks better by comparison.
*** (out of 5)
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