A horror-western anthology flick directed by one-time feature film director, Wayne Coe. Grim Prairie Tales is a severely mediocre affair because the individual segments are weak AF and Coe doesn't know how to make a scene look interesting or how to build tension.

James Earl Jones and Brad Dourif, who are both in the wraparound story, elevate this above similar movies.

The second segment (with the pregnant woman) is a standout because of its fantastic conclusion, which takes the vagina dentata myth to another level. 😼

The final segment had an awesome animated dream sequence. ✏️

I can’t think of another anthology that made me think, “Enough with the narratives, let’s get back to the framing device!” Then again, I can’t think of another anthology whose framing device is Brad Dourif and James Earl Jones telling each other scary stories around a campfire.

Actually, it’s less a horror movie than a strangely thoughtful meditation on the power of storytelling. There’s nothing particularly scary here, but the second story has a pretty sweet climax that should freak out the bros and the last one has a trippy animated freak-out. I’m a sucker for a trippy animated freak-out.

I’m going to tell you a story that will stick to you. Like an eyeball to a cactus needle.

A western-horror anthology from a one and done director. James Earl Jones & Brad Dourif have great chemistry as they battle swapping stories over a campfire. It’s easily the best part of the movie. The stories themselves are very tame with the only standout being the reverse birth story. It’s a fun watch once you settle in and realize it’s more western folk story than horror. Also the one sheet art is cool as hell. Would love to see this released on blu ray one day but for now caught it on YouTube

Super cool poster art, and a neat idea (I'm a huge horror western fan, I wish there were more entries in the genre) the stories are good but the quality vhs R.I.P. was rough to get through, BUT James Earl Jones and Brad Dourif steal the show.

Segments are mostly pretty average (minus reverse birth!!)  but the wrap around itself is one of my favorites. Two actors just having a whale of a time.

Fun little western horror anthology, delightful!

James Earl Jones and Brad Chucky Dourif collect paychecks in this unengaging horror anthology in which none of the stories connect.

Of the 4 stories, only 1 one of them has an image that might be considered scary if you're a little bitch.

It isn't long before on of the campfire tales begins that you wish the movie would go back to Jones and Dourif.

About halfway through the movie you'll figure out the surprise ending because you won't be paying attention anything else that goes on.

The only thing grim about these tales is how tedious they are.

Watched this on an absolute whim while in search of a spooky western because I mean, James Earl Jones and Brad Dourif say no more. It’s so weird though! It’s a little low budget horror anthology but whoever made this doesn’t seem to understand how important suspense is to horror? Like the spooky tales are actually a cool kinda real-world-spooky (two of which address racism pretty bluntly, and one of which is so silly surreal male-terror I don’t wanna spoil it) but they’re told in a way that’s almost annoyingly ho-hum. But then again it’s so weird I kinda came around to enjoying its quasi low stakes tales and fake philosophical musings. 

Fun little artifact!