Becky (Laysla De Oliveira) and her brother, Cal (Avery Whitted), are on a cross-country trip to San Diego. They stop by a field of tall grass so pregnant Becky can throw up and hear a boy (Will Blue, Jr.) calling for help inside. Cal rushes in and Becky reluctantly follows. The siblings soon discover that the field is seemingly endless, able to shift distances and sound, even time itself.
A good chunk of this movie is characters yelling each others' names, which very quickly got boring, but then Patrick Wilson showed up and improved it immensely. It's kind of like Children of the Corn, if there wasn't even anything to eat. Like, sure, you have a murderous cult but at least you weren't going to starve. Wilson is obviously the standout here. I love him in everything, but he is never better than when he is unhinged. Fans of the show Lioness will recognize De Oliveira but the film doesn't really give her a lot to do other than be pregnant and yell.
It's fine. There's some decent horror imagery, some straight out of a Renaissance triptych. Vicenzo Natali is a solid director. I just think the material is a little weak and relies too heavily on religious symbolism. But it checks the box for Environmental Horror and it's streaming on Netflix, so at least it's convenient.

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