Slashers work best when they’ve got either a clever hook or a sense of mischief. Clown in a Cornfield doesn’t have either. The setup is serviceable enough — a tired culture-war riff on Gen Z versus Gen X, with small-town teens squaring off against bitter elders — but once the greasepaint goes on, it’s the same old masked-killer routine.
There are a few jolts, sure, and the clown imagery is occasionally striking, but it all feels reheated. In a year already recycling Final Destination and I Know What You Did Last Summer, this one brings little new to the table. The social commentary is as subtle as a pie in the face, and the characters are so thinly drawn you almost forget who’s supposed to be in peril.
It’s not unwatchable, but it is forgettable. The scariest thing about it is how generic it all feels.