Children of the Corn V: Fields of Terror

Synopsis: Six college students take a wrong turn and find themselves lost in a strangely deserted rural town... only to discover that this deceptively quiet place hides a murderous cult of children controlled by evil forces! Yet even as bodies begin cropping up all around them, the young friends decide to stay and rescue the children... or die trying!
Director(s): Ethan Wiley
Production: Miramax
 
IMDB:
4.0
Rotten Tomatoes:
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R
Year:
1998
83 min
75 Views


[Gasps]

[Groaning]

[Thunder Crashes]

Found another one today.

- Young heifer.

- Where?

Out by the property line.

Throat slit

from ear to ear.

Third one this month.

I think it's them kids

over at Luke's place.

Now, why would they do

something like that?

[Thunder Crashes]

[Loud Thump]

That's not the storm.

That's somethin' else.

There's somethin'

goin'on out there.

I'm gonna check it out.

What are you doin' here?

That cornfield belongs to us.

[Growls]

[Choking]

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

[Continues Screaming]

[Footsteps]

[Screaming]

No! No! No! No!

[Screaming Continues]

##[Up-Tempo Rock On Radio]

Oh, Lazlo,

that is so disgusting.

What are you talking about?

She is so fine!

She takes care of me.

Not like you.

- You take care of me?

- I'm just telling you!

I take care of you!

[Squealing]

##[Continues]

Yeah!

Look at her!

Pointing the wrong way.

Yeah?

There we go.

How's that?

- Perfect.

- No.

I'm sorry, baby.

It's... It's just not gonna

work out between you and me.

- You being vinyl, me being a man...

- You're pathetic.

- Flesh and blood.

- Let's go.

##[Continues]

[Man] Hey, Tyrus,

you remember the man of the hour?

- Got 'im right here.

- Hey, buddy!

Get it away from me!

I don't want to look at that.

Guys, don't spill Kurt

in my car.

- I don't want to look at that.

- God, I'm sorry!

- I just forgot

you were the grieving widow.

- Shut up!

And we weren't married.

We just talked

about it sometimes.

[Man 2] Well, Kurt talked

about a lot of things.

[Woman]

Yeah, like what a jerk you are.

Come on, you guys, cool it. We're

the closest thing Kurt had to family,

- so let's try and have

a little respect for the dead.

- Exactly.

Hey, I think that's one

of Lazlo's dolls.

Hold on a second.

[Honks Horn]

Hey, maybe you

shouldn't do that.

Hell, no.

This is the heartland of America, where

people invite you into their homes...

to talk about tornados,

droughts, floods,

Grandma's moonshine,

shotgun weddings,

they introduce you to their

buxom, virginal daughters,

and where...

where people disappear.

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

[Gasps]

Hello?

Lazlo?

- [Growls]

- [Gasps]

[Whimpers, Screams]

[Screaming]

No!

Charlotte!

[Boy]

Jared!

Come here.

- [Groaning]

- What have you done?

What if she's not alone?

Did you ever think of that?

Don't let him

get back to the road.

[Lazlo Whimpering]

[Whimpering]

That way.

[Grunts]

[Groaning]

That doesn't look right.

[Roars]

Man!

You took

a wrong turn, man.

You saw the doll.

It was pointed this way.

Well, you know what? You just

should have stayed on the highway.

Yeah? You got a problem

with my driving?

[Screaming]

- [Tires Squealing]

- [Screaming]

[Man Groaning]

Oh!

- Is everybody okay?

- Yeah, I think so.

Ow! God! Great!

This is good!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, you guys!

Kurt's all over me!

What the hell

is that thing?

It's one of Lazlo's dolls.

You know what?

We're gonna need a tow truck.

Do you think so, Ty?

You know, that'd be a great idea,

if it wasn't so totally obvious!

You know what?

I do have a problem with your driving.

- What's that?

- The crashing part.

- Crashing part.

- You guys, you guys.

Do you guys smell

something funny... weird?

- Did you...

- [Sniffs]

- What is that?

- [Boy] It's none of your business.

Hi.

What's your name?

Um, we had

a little accident.

You're on private property.

Why don't you run along

and give us a little privacy, then?

- That's a joke, kid.

- Shut up, Greg.

- [Woman]

Could we possibly use a phone?

- [Boy] We don't have a phone.

Well, h-how about a tractor,

or something,

you know,

to pull us out?

Town's about a mile

that way.

Thanks...

for nothin',

you little punk.

Man, what the hell

was that about?

[Greg] I don't know.

Those kids give me the creeps, though.

All right, you guys, why don't we

get our stuff out of the car...

and see what's

in town, okay?

Ugh.

Geez, you'd think there'd at least be

a 7-11 at the end of the Earth.

- I think I've found the spot.

- Huh?

- Kurt's favorite dive.

- That must be the place.

We can have final closure

over a cold beer.

##[Country-Western]

You guys, move.

I have to wash up.

Where are they?

They left an hour before we did.

I'm gonna go call Lazlo...

and leave a message

on his machine.

Hey, buddy,

you got any of that...

Millwood Pale Ale?

- Make it two.

- Um, we had a little accident

just outside of town.

- Is there a tow truck service?

- Nope.

It's out of commission. It's over

at Quad's Garage, gettin' a rebuild.

Oh. Um, thanks.

We're also looking for

some friends in a convertible.

They were supposed

to meet us here.

We don't get a whole lot

of tourists in here.

Oh, well, that's probably on account

of your town's little hygiene problem.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- Greg, come on.

Your town stinks.

[Laughs]

No, I'm... Seriously.

I mean, there's a foul stench

in the air. You can't smell it?

I don't smell anything.

- Yeah, it smells like burnt popcorn.

- You must be talking about...

the corn silo

at Enright's place.

Been burnin' that way

for some time.

You mean it's on fire?

Spontaneous combustion.

Gases build up,

and then... boom.

Fire like that

can go on for months.

Lucas Enright's

kind of a queer duck.

Keeps to himself, mostly.

He's kind of like Howard Hughes,

except without the money.

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