2011 Certificate: 18


Five friends find out why they call it a murder of crows when their car runs off a remote country road. Coming to in a vast cornfield, they discover one of their number is missing. They eventually find him in a derelict farmhouse... but he's not the same. And nor will they be after falling foul of the farm's grisly secret. With plenty of stalk to go with his slash, writer-director Brett Simmons brings a crop of fresh ideas to the supernatural horrors yielded by Jeepers Creepers and Children Of The Corn.


  • Brett Simmons


  • Wes Chatham

  • Davon Graye

  • CJ Thomason

  • Tammin Sursok

  • Ben Easter


On the face of it, Husk is just another low-budget slasher that pitches a bunch of unwitting urbanites into rural hell. Been there, seen the chainsaw massacre, bought the farm.

But bear with Brett Simmons' outwardly derivative premise for a few minutes and you might be (un)pleasantly surprised.

Forced off the road by a flock of kamikaze crows, a carload of buddies - three dudes, one nerd and a girlfriend - find themselves in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but corn... and palpable sense of unease.

Nothing particularly new here, then. But during their search for missing dude #1, things get very freaky very quickly.

Stumbling upon a ramshackle farmstead, they discover why there are so many scarecrows around... and why they smell so bad... and why they refuse to stay at their posts.

But while the nerd's sudden bout of flashbacks reveal the farm's grim legacy, his friends are less concerned with whys of their corny predicament than how they're going to get out of it in one piece.

Aware he's on well-trodden ground, Simmons deploys the traditional tools of the agri-horror trade to spooky effect (amazing how scary you can make an old sack just by cutting a couple of holes in it).

But when he manages to turn a humble sewing machine into a source of menace, you sense that Husk is a cut above the usual hack job.

Plotwise, the stitching may be a little loose around the seams but, thanks to the numerous men of straw and some disconcerting camerawork, it holds long enough to sustain the musty air of dread.

Hay fever sufferers beware.