Studio: RLJE Films/Shudder
Director: Eli Craig
Writer: Carter Blanchard, Eli Craig
Producer: Marty Bowen, Wyck Godfrey, Isaac Klausner, John Fischer, Paris Kassidokostas-Latsis, Terry Dougas
Stars: Katie Douglas, Aaron Abrams, Carson MacCormac, Vincent Muller, Kevin Durand, Will Sasso
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Summary:
Teenagers are terrorized by killer clowns in a small Missouri town hiding a dark history.
Review:
“Clown in a Cornfield” contains a couple of gags meant to elicit quick snickers, like a trio of girls having a collective “aha!” moment when they finally realize why their common crush always rejects them, or a bit where two of those same young women cover each other’s mouths while hiding before a killer clown joins in to cover the third. These little giggles are few and far between though, so there’s never an overwhelming sense that the movie is aware of how cliched everything is. With a title combining two of the most familiar frights imaginable, you might think “Clown in a Cornfield” intends to cleverly parody typical horror tropes. Instead, it unironically employs done-to-death beats, scenes, and characterizations to make what amounts to a routine slasher in need of a livelier personality.
I don’t know enough actual teenagers to say that Quinn Maybrook accurately represents a real one. I have, however, seen her stereotype in more than enough movies to know she represents what screenwriters seem to think they’re like.
As a slight change of pace, Quinn wears headphones around her neck rather than on her ears, so she can actually engage with her widowed father Glenn on her reluctant journey out of the big city and into Kettle Springs, Missouri, where Glenn is setting up shop as the town’s new doctor following his wife’s tragic death. Aside from her persistent pout, we know Quinn pines for her deceased parent from the prominent placement of a picture in a photo collage, which the camera slowly zooms into in case you somehow missed the conspicuous clue.
In a move that usually only happens in haunted house thrillers, Quinn and Glenn arrive in Kettle Springs having never seen their new home before, allowing the camera to capture an establishing shot of father and daughter staring up at the rundown house for the first time. They aren’t even through the front door for ten seconds when the next thing Quinn does is pull out her phone so she can specifically say, “There’s no cell service.” If you start rolling your eyes now, you’re liable to pull a face muscle before the second act. The people of “Clown in a Cornfield” regularly speak in exposition, such as Quinn reminding her father, “Dad, I’m 17 years old,” her new friend summarizing his family’s status with, “My great-grandfather invented Baypen corn syrup like a hundred years ago,” and the sheriff adding a bit of recent history by recounting, “Folks around here have been hurtin’ ever since that factory burned down.”
With apparently no better way to chum the water with a red herring, the first folksy local Quinn meets is odd loner Rust, who simply shows up on her doorstep to walk her to school despite not having an invitation. At Kettle Springs High, unexpected detention creates some “Breakfast Club” bonding between Quinn and prissy blonde Janet, nondescript Ronnie, jokester Tucker, letterman-jacketed jock Matt, and the mayor’s son Cole, forming an ethnically diverse social circle pulled right out of an old Benetton ad.
The group gets up to the expected antics of drinking around a bonfire, pulling pranks, and scamming to get booze from a liquor store, although they’re shown leaving money on the counter, so we’re supposed to think, “Oh, they’re not all bad.” Eventually, they get up to dying when killer clowns emerge from you-know-where to embark on a slaughter spree that suspiciously seems to only target teens.
It's lazy, especially nowadays, to criticize a movie as seeming as though it were created by A.I., but “Clown in a Cornfield” would have a hard time pointing that finger in a different direction. Although “Clown in a Cornfield” is based on the same-named novel by Adam Cesare, it appears equally based on seen-before scripts from numerous fright films whose echoes ring loudly all throughout the movie.
When the teens need final blanks filled in, they serendipitously stumble upon a collection of newspaper clippings, then get a revelatory speech from a villain about his meager motivations for murder. Every other cutaway to a new setup comes with a loud, four-second needle drop from undiscovered and never-to-be-discovered bands. A couple of kills are suitably gruesome, though hollow horror isn’t as much of an issue as the tepid tone. The film feels like its pieces were picked from a big basket of pre-existing content, exactly how an artificial algorithm would probably churn out an average chiller if it didn’t have authentic imagination overseeing its output, which seems to be the case here.
Review Score: 45
Little snickers are few and far between, so there’s never an overwhelming sense that the movie is aware of how cliched everything is.