In the Tall Grass

This movie may have two authors names on it, but it has all the bad hallmarks of one of them. Late career Stephen King has not been pretty, as the cliches become a prison, and the ideas wear thin before the book ends. There was hope that writing with his son, Joe Hill, would elevate him, but alas, it does not. Grass is a movie that, as the plot opens up, gets more ridiculous. It’s not enough to have a mysterious field you can’t escape from; it also bends space and time. Events loop around and come back again. There’s a weird rock in the middle that drives people crazy if they touch it (but only some people). There may or may not be a grass cult. It goes on and on and on, and with each new plot element, it gets more outlandish and hard to accept. If it had been kept on a tighter leash, with less plot and no crazy rock, it might’ve been a good short. But what was needed to make this a full length picture turns it into a parade of the preposterous.