No Blade of Grass

I was a mere child, albeit a precocious fifteen-year-old one, the first time I saw this film on a first date with a young man who, despite the film, continued to see me for a few more years. Perhaps remembering the excitement of the date, or maybe recalling the timeliness of the film's subject, I recommended this film to a more mature young man several years later when it was playing in my college town. His sister was in town, and we dragged her along,too. I'll never forget how embarrassed I was to realize how truly wretched the production values were--surpassed only by remarkably overdrawn performances replete with grotesque vignettes that made me grimace. Naturally, the young man lost all respect for me, and who could blame him. Chris Drouhard, if you're out there anywhere, I'm sorry about this film. On the other hand, those people who embrace profoundly bad cinema that may take itself a tad too seriously, should definitely consider "No Blade of Grass".

The most bizarre detail is its imposibility to be a decent catastrophic-horror. It is bizzare because it has all the virtues to be real great. Actors, subject, story roots. But...nothing. And the end is so confuse than the only memory about this film is reduced at the terrible rape scenes or at the atack of motorcyclers. Sure, good intentions, delicate subject but a awfull end. And that is just all.