[Fantastic Fest review] Netflix horror film ‘IN THE TALL GRASS’ should have been cut to a short


Preston Barta // Features Editor


Not rated, 90 minutes.
Director: Vincenzo Natali
Cast: Laysla De Oliveira, Avery Whitted, Patrick Wilson, Will Buie Jr., Harrison Gilbertson and Rachel Wilson

AUSTIN – Stephen King novels are a tough egg to crack on the big screen. Filmmakers can capture a myriad of aspects from his text, but how he invites you into the minds and worlds of his characters are not always made to be squeezed inside a two-hour box. King’s long-winded and incredibly detailed style lends itself well to literary form.

I have not read the 2012 horror novella IN THE TALL GRASS that King co-wrote with his son Joe Hill. But a common complaint I have heard about the 60-page story is that it lacks King’s usual level of detail. 

After seeing Netflix’s upcoming screen adaptation of IN THE TALL GRASS, I can only imagine that it’s a tall order to keep things interesting when the narrative takes place entirely in a grass field. There are only so many ways one can describe characters getting lost and screaming for each when separated. 

Now imagine stretching that concept across a film canvas.

Director Vincenzo Natali (CUBE, SPLICE) deserves credit for his attempt to keep the hooks in you. He sweeps through the grass setting in compelling ways. But after a while, the wheels begin to spin, and you can’t escape the feeling that IN THE TALL GRASS should have been mowed down to a short. (Perhaps an episode on King’s rebirthed CREEPSHOW anthology series on Shudder.)

The film kicks off like many King adaptations do: characters traveling somewhere. Like THE SHINING and PET SEMATARY, we start with a family driving on a country road. But instead of audiences following parents with their kids, it’s a sister and brother.

The sister, Becky (an excellent Laysla De Oliveira), is six months pregnant with an illegitimate child. The father, Travis (an equally as good Harrison Gilbertson), got cold feet and wasn’t ready for the responsibilities of being a parent. The brother, Cal (Avery Whitted), genuinely cares for his sister. He’s a man without reciprocation of love, and he fills that hole in his heart by stepping up when Travis does not.

L_R: Harrison Gilbertson, Laysla De Oliveira and Avery Whitted in ‘IN THE TALL GRASS.’ Courtesy of Netflix.

On the journey (which is a destination I will let the movie share if you still feel inclined to watch it), the siblings pull over to the side of the road when morning sickness takes it toll on Becky. She vomits and has a heart to heart with her brother about the importance of sticking together. Suddenly, they hear a young boy crying for help from beyond the tall grass. Uncertain about whether they should stay the course or assist, eventually Becky (as a soon-to-be mother) decides to help. 

Cal parks the car across the street at an old, abandoned church that has other vehicles stationed outside (hinting that doom may be on its way). They venture into the weeds as the boy’s cries intensify and other mysterious voices make themselves known. Within minutes, they are disoriented and are in deeper than what seems possible, and they have lost one another. Soon they learn, something is not quite right about the field.

Admittedly, Natali crafts an exciting opening sequence. He wastes no time and cuts to the chase. There are enough breadcrumbs of intrigue to have you invested in the characters. But the scene mainly works because it’s terrifying to imagine yourself in that situation. It’s clear Natali was aiming to makes audiences scared of tall grass like moviegoers are of the water because of JAWS. Truthfully, the opening manages to make me never want to step foot in a field that has grass taller than me. So, for that, the film earns its terror. 

Once you learn how the field works and what the root cause of it all (and it’s a silly reveal that should have been abandoned in favor of more ambiguity), you begin to feel your curiosity slip away. The repetitive nature of the situation dampens your desire to keep going, even if Patrick Wilson is killer-good as a fellow victim of the grass. He’s a father searching for his son (Will Buie Jr.) and wife (Rachel Wilson). Wilson embraces the ridiculousness of his realtor character, and it’s a treasure to behold (much like his other horror roles).

IN THE TALL GRASS has many of the elements required to shape into a fine creep show, most notably committed performances. There’s even some disturbing imagery, one of which will likely never exit your memory. But in the end, it’s not enough to mark it a quality experience from start to finish. Some things work, but a lot more doesn’t.

Grade: C+

IN THE TALL GRASS premiered at Fantastic Fest. An encore screening will be held on Monday, September 23 at 5 p.m. Visit fantasticfest.com for further information. Netflix will release the film globally on their streaming service on October 4.

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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.