CHILDREN OF THE CORN IV: THE GATHERING
The best one! The most refined sequel of the series! "Really, Dom?" No! Not really! I can't believe how many reviews I've brushed over that hail The Gathering as the summit of this pelted franchise. Honestly, I prefer Urban Sacrifice. Profoundly feeble-minded, yes, but at least it had energy. It had pluck. It moved with purpose, deluded though it was. This flick is a downer, man. It's so listless and lymphatic, I would believe you if you said that it's listed as a symptom of Coronavirus.* Naomi Watts is a stupendous actress and I understand that her character bears the brunt of abject stress. But jeezy-creezy; am I the only one, or does Naomi look like she is fucking over it at several points during the film? There is zero joy in her performance.
There is zero joy on-screen, people. You can tell that the entire cast wanted to be elsewhere. Too harsh? Possibly, but if you haven't endured Children of the Corn IV: The Gathering, I don't want to hear it. If you have seen this blatherskite, feel free to disagree. I can admit that the production values are adequate. A creepy shot here and there. Hey, I'm not capable of hating any feature starring Naomi Watts, even if it hates itself. Next up? I'm committed, so it's going to be Fields of Terror. I must truly despise the face I see in the mirror.
*I am allowing myself another COVID joke. It was either that or an abdominal aortic aneurysm. Or dick cancer.
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