6.2/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.2/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. The Plow That Broke the Plains remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have an itch for history or just appreciate when a filmmaker actually cares about the rhythm of an image, yes. It is short, clocking in at under 30 minutes, so you won't lose your whole evening. But if you’re looking for a plot that moves at the speed of a modern blockbuster, skip it. You’ll probably hate it if you need constant dialogue to stay awake.
There is this one shot of the grass blowing in the wind that feels like it lasts for an eternity. It’s hypnotic. You realize, wait, this is what the whole country looked like before we decided to chew it up. Then the plows show up, and the music gets this anxious, frantic energy that honestly made my stomach turn a bit.
The narration is very 1930s. It’s got that authoritative, slightly booming voice that tells you exactly what to think. Sometimes it’s a bit much. But then you see the dust clouds—actual, real-life footage of those black blizzards—and you forget all about the narrator’s tone. It’s terrifying. It looks like the world is literally ending.
I couldn't help but compare the mood to something like The Fall of the House of Usher, not because they are similar stories, but because both films are so good at making you feel like a building or a piece of land is a character that’s slowly rotting away. It’s heavy stuff.
It’s not a film that tries to be 'prestigious.' It just shows you the mess. It’s messy, it’s loud, and it’s deeply uncomfortable to watch people trying to bail out their own basements while the sky turns black. 🌪️
It’s probably the most honest thing you’ll watch this week. Just don't go into it expecting a happy ending, because the land didn't get one either.