A dud Stephen King adaptation with a silly creepy cornfield, and a town that time forgot. Entering Nebraska, Burt (Horton) and Vicky (Hamilton) switch on the car radio to hear the holler of fundamentalist preaching. Then their cars hit the body of a young boy. It turns out that he has already been slashed to ribbons by youngsters in thrall to freakboy Isaac (Franklin), their parents all massacred three years past. The couple drive into town, body in the boot, looking for help, but they won t find any in the script, which totters from one cliché to the next, eventually disappearing up its own cornhole in a conflagration of cheap FX.