It ain't "State Fair." The chirruping yokels in Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical may have been fed on Iowa corn (not to mention her barley, wheat and rye), but it's clear that Matt Farnsworth, the writer, director and producer of "Iowa," was raised on a different diet, equal parts "Cops," "Badlands" and "Requiem for a Dream."
Farnsworth's frenetic, often hysterical first feature tries desperately to find a style, or styles, to call its own, but there's never a moment that doesn't feel as if it's been chewed up and spit out a dozen times before.
Farnsworth, who evidently makes up in self-love what he lacks in ingenuity, stars as muscle-bound, muddle-headed Esper Harte.
Finding a cache of methamphetamine among his recently deceased father's effects, Esper and his girlfriend, Donna (Diane Foster), take a test snort and rapidly become addicts, their meth-fueled binges accompanied by stock-footage nightmares and "Requiem"-style montages.
The well-documented damage meth wreaks on the body is nowhere to be seen, but Esper and Donna's minds dissolve almost instantly. "I love this gun," Donna coos. "Can we drive to Egypt?"