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Wednesday, July 6, 2022

CHILDREN OF THE CORN (1984)

 

(Director: Fritz Kiersch. Screenwriter: George Goldsmith, his work loosely based on Stephen King’s short story, republished in his NIGHT SHIFT anthology, 1978.)

 

Review

Gatlin, Nebraska, the early 1980s. One Sunday morning, during a “corn drought,” most of the kids kill the adults in town. This brief-segment event is narrated by a young boy (Job, shown later) after the fact.

October third, three years later. A doctor, Burt Stanton (Peter Horton, FADE TO BLACK, 1980), and Vicky Baxter (Linda Hamilton, THE TERMINATOR, 1984) a couple, drive to Seattle, Washington. They’re in day-bright Nebraska, near Gatlin, when a throat-slashed boy (Joseph, played by Jonas Marlowe) stumbles in front of Burt’s car—Burt can’t stop in time, he hits Joseph.

Burt and Vicky check the dead teenager, unaware that Joseph was fleeing the adult-murdering, corn god worshipping cult. Seeing Joseph’s non-vehicular (and fatal) wound, Burt places his corpse in the car trunk, intending to report the crime to the local authorities. The couple also doesn’t know they’re being observed, something revealed via killer-point-of-view (POV) shots—used throughout CHILDRENwhile trying-to-be-creepy choral music plays.

A series of cultic designs detour Vicky and Burt onto Gatlin’s eerie, seemingly deserted main street. The rest of CHILDREN is a series of frenetic cycles of life-and-death pursuits and confrontations between the Seattle-bound “outlanders” and faith-rabid Nebraskan youth—much of it fueled by menacing cultist Malachai Boardman (Courtney Gains), a kill-happy, scythe-wielding adolescent looking for the next “Blue Man” sacrifice in the cornfield where He Who Walks Behind the Rows overtly manifests Himself.

Loosely based on Stephen King’s tale of the same name* and shot in multiple locations in Iowa, CHILDREN is more upbeat and streamlined than its source tale, making it an almost generic terror flick, e.g., its loose-thread, scriptural reference to the Blue Man (whose real-world source should’ve been revealed in the film), as well as its altered, less-grim ending.

Not only that, CHILDREN, mostly suspenseless, is overlong—unfortunate, because CHILDREN’s source-story set-up is perfect for a tightly penned, B-movie-fun episode of TALES FROM THE CRYPT (1989-96), CREEPSHOW (2019-present) or shows of that ilk, where there’s enough time for King’s key source-tale backstory and the visual economy of an hourlong program.

Some genre-familiar viewers might take issue with its soundtrack, composed by Jonathan Elias (LEPRECHAUN 2, 1994)—though it sounds like he tried to imbue CHILDREN’s aural aspects with innocence and eeriness, overuse of its jump-scare motifs and constant OMEN-esque (1976) choral-lite lifts makes the film’s score come off as heavy-handed and distracting at times, perhaps further reflecting CHILDREN’s monetary constraints.

CHILDREN sports cheesy (even for back then) effects and minimal blood spatters (when more was realistically called for), something—like the rest of its qualities—are attributable to its budget being halved shortly before its cameras rolled. More-ambitious effects and set-pieces were planned, but when King (supposedly) demanded more money to put his name on the title, those scenes were abandoned prior to filming. I would’ve liked to see what FX artists Wayne Beauchamp (EXORCIST II: THE HERETIC, 1977, uncredited) and Eric Rumsey (PRAY FOR DEATH, 1985) could’ve done with more money.

One of the elements that has aged well with this film is its cinematography, provided by João Fernandes (THE PROWLER, 1981). His visual tones maintain the day-heat and nightfall of CHILDREN’s milieu; also, its set design (Cricket Rowland, TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A., 1985) and art direction (Craig Stearns, THE BLOB, 1988) are particularly effective.

Other notable, effective cast members include:

Robby Kiger (THE MONSTER SQUAD, 1987) as Job, opening-segment narrator and one of the two kids who help the “outlanders”;

Annie Marie McEvoy (INVITATION TO HELL, 1984) as Sarah, who, blasphemously, draws her future-event visions, and also helps Burt and Vicky;

John Franklin (THE ADDAMS FAMILY, 1991) as Isaac Chroner, Gatlin’s iconic and eerie-faced cult leader;

John Philbin (THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD, 1985) as Amos Deigan, eager sacrifice for He Who Walks Behind the Rows;

and

character actor R.G. Armstrong (RACE WITH THE DEVIL, 1975) as Diehl, a gas station owner who directs Vicky and Burt to the safety of Hemmingford (“nineteen miles away”)—the same location that attracts, via dreams, many of the protagonists in King’s 1978 novel THE STAND.

Mitch Carter (THE FIRST POWER, 1990) lends his voice talent to CHILDREN as the over-the-top “Radio Preacher” Vicky and Burt mock, then dread.

Given its limitations, CHILDREN has fun B-flick parts, if you don’t expect much, don’t mind generic Eighties cheese, characters who won’t kill to save their own lives, and aren’t a book-to-film purist. I wouldn’t actively seek CHILDREN out, but it’s far from the worst King adaptation to grace the silver screen.

Nine sequels, starting with CHILDREN OF THE CORN II: THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE (1993), followed. A remake, also titled CHILDREN OF THE CORN, aired on stateside television on September 26, 2009, directed by Donald P. Borchers.

 

[*republished in King’s 1978 anthology NIGHT SHIFT]




Wednesday, March 23, 2022

THEM (2006)

 

(a.k.a. ILS; directors/screenwriters: David Moreau and Xavier Palud).


Review

Plot: Creep-about sadists toy with a couple in their isolated country home.

Based on real-life Romanian murders (a couple was stalked and killed by three teenagers), THEM is a promising French thriller that goes quickly awry. The lead actors’ performances are great, even real reactions sometimes (actress Olivia Bonamy, claustrophobic in real life, crawled through narrow tunnels). The set-up pre-terror scenes are well-written, there’s palpable sense of isolation and unease throughout the film, but the all-flight-little-fight characters are dumb, even for a stalk-torture-kill film. At several points, they could’ve easily finished off a killer or two after knocking them down, but what do they do? They run. After the second time, I stopped caring about the characters, knowing how this was likely to go. More than an overlong hour later, it finally happens. . . all style, little substance, with a great, bleakly hilarious end-shot of one of the main characters.


Monday, March 7, 2022

CUB (2014)

 

(a.k.a. WELP; director/co-screenwriter: Jonas Govaerts. Co-screenwriter: Roel Mondelaers.)

Review

In this above-average Dutch/Flemish film, a boy scout troop, shepherded by two scout masters (Kris and Peter) and one of the scoutmasters’ girlfriends (Jasmijn, played by Evelien Bosmans), head into the woods for a weekend trip. When the site they’d reserved, located near a town (Casselroque, an homage Stephen King’s fictional Castle Rock), is made unavailable because of two go-kart-riding thugs (Marc and Vincent), the scout troop goes deeper into the forest.

One of the scouts is a twelve-year-old boy named Sam with a “traumatic and violent past.” Peter, Jasmijn’s boyfriend, and a sadistic scoutmaster with vicious bull terrier (Zoltan), mocks Sam. Peter is not the only threat to Sam; there’s also two bullies, enabled by Peter’s attitude, who pick on Sam.

Watching all this from within the darkness of the trees are a feral boy (whom Sam names “Kai,” after a local werewolf); and his hulking, poacher father (Stropper), who wastes no time in killing those who cross his path.

Small, unsettling incidents start. Eventually, the scout troops figure out they’re being stalked by Kai and Stropper, via clever traps and blunt-force violence, even as Sam and Kai form an amiable bond.

CUB works on most levels. The theme, tone and color palate complement each other, most of the key characters are well-sketched and -acted, the action and situations are well-paced, the kill scenes and traps are creative and often cruel, and the ending rings true, even if I hoped for more character background (Stropper, Kai) and a less bleak finish. Fans of Rob Schmidt and Alan B. McElroy’s WRONG TURN (2003) and the don’t-go-in-the-woods subgenre might well enjoy this one as well.