I haven't read the story yet. Patrick Wilson stars. People make catastrophic errors by wandering into evil grass. There is bad acting and people hear cries for help in the tall grass. They end up in dire situation. Nobody honks the car horn. There is immeasurable harm done. There is no serious distress and grass causes rancour.
This was vexatious and full of glaring inconsistencies and dead things and egregiously bad child acting. There is no enormity of horror. There is a rock and one feels viscerally opposed to keeping on watching this dreck. This was not even vaguely credible.
The pregant girl's redneck looking babydaddy goes looking for her. This leaves you listless and despondent. Don't step into the grass! There is no sociological thesis in this film. One can't belittle this enough. There is no unyielding trajectory of homicidal mania.
This was derivative and infuriating. This has many shortcomings. The baby daddy is an oaf. Lovecraftian things happen. Patrick Wilson has a porntache and hates his wife, kid and dog. All of them are doomed. Poor dog. This was not performance driven. This was a sorry mess.
People go violently feral in the tall grass. This was not gloriously daring. They've all gone mad. Wilson audibly schemes. Discontent is sowed. This film is very good at alienating people. This was artificialities.
“Lost in a field.”
“The rock teaches you to hear the tall glass.”
“If you don't pay attention they go away.”