52 Weeks: Cornfield Horror

…so this film waited, patient as a scarecrow in a dying field, until I stumbled across it a few years later—quite by accident, quite without ceremony—like a shadow drifting silently across an October sky, or an obstacle concealed in tall corn that catches your boot just before dusk. It was there all along, in plain sight, requiring nothing but a moment of stillness and attention to reveal itself.

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