Probably the best of the Netflix original horror movies we've taken in, certainly out of the high concept ones.
The concept here, based on a novella by Stephen King and Joe Hill, might actually be said to be tall rather than high, and the film is at its best at the level of its visual imagery and the conceit of a cryptically clinging section of prairie in Kansas with a mysterious, malevolent boulder smack in the middle of it.
Yet when the screenplay tries to build on this, one is left just a little under-satisfied. Is this a very clever idea that has been dumbed down a bit for mass appeal, or an essentially half-baked one that has a character tossing out the name of a famous Borges short story in order to appear higher of brow?
We have some of this very species of tall grass in our front yard, though possibly not in sufficient quantity yet to tell if it has any of the same warping effects on time and space!