Scarecrows

(1988)**

Five men steal 3.2 million dollars from a payroll and force a pilot and his daughter to fly them a remote area of Mexico. On route one of the thieves double-crosses his compadres and parachutes out of the plane with all the dough. Of course he parachutes into a creepy-ass graveyard that is surrounded by even creepier-assed scarecrows – “All right!” I boldly exclaimed in anticipation of some killer scarecrow action. It was wrong of me to be excited. Anyhoo, the rest of the thieves turn the plane around (duh!) and land in a nearby field in order to hunt down their turncoat partner and locate the loot. They stumble across an abandoned house and set up a base of operations. Meanwhile, realizing that the jig is up, Mr. I’m-greedy-and-don’t-want-to-share, attempts to leave the area but slowly begins to realize that he’s up against scarecrow power. As the others pursue them they are dispatched one by one by the dark forces of the night.

"Why isn't this film better?"
Damnit, why can’t they make a good scarecrow movie? The made-for-television flick Dark Night of the Scarecrow is the only one I can recall working – actually it’s the only one I can recall period. This movie stinks for the most part. The scarecrows look pretty damn cool but for most of he movie they don’t do much beyond murmuring. There are a few bits of fun when they finally come to life and stalk the thieves, but not enough fun to warrant wasting a moment on this film.