There is unneeded narration, bad child actors and TPTB give away the twist of the story in the very first scene. There is laughably wooden acting by the husband. The creep factor of children being convinced that a pagan god known as He Who Walks Behind The Rows lives in their cornfields and needs sacrifice is somehow not conveyed. The annoying couple sing and talk in mannered sitcom conceits. This has a very memorable DVD cover. I always wanted to see this film but it left me profoundly disappointed.
The hubby has eye-rolling, brow-furrowing, exasperated exhaling bleeding heart liberal pretensions. A girl draws pictures. The dead parents of small town with a secret Gatlin weren’t over-vigilant. This film was stupid. There is a moralising radio preacher, no palpable seriousness and this was wholly inaccurate to the story. The children of Gatlin talk in Ye Olde Butchered English for some bizarre reason. Just because they got a bizarre religion doesn’t mean they need to talk like bizarre puritans.
A gas station harbinger looms. I was under-whelmed by this conceptually neutered mess. There is no sure sense of drama. A creepy child preacher lurks. The couple are morons and stumble around Gatlin waiting to be sacrificed to He Who Walks Behind The Rows. There is no realistic human emotion. And a child shall lead them, indeed.
“No room for the fornicator!”
“There’s something very wrong here.”
“They had a game and music!”
“A bad fart.”
“Don’t ever show up in my emergency room buddy!”
“There’s something very strange about this town.”
Sometimes They Come Back (1991)
Ginger Snaps (2000)