"Frozen" may be slightly better than the usual teen horror, but that's not saying much. And, jesus christ Adam Green, read a book; WOLVES DO NOT EAT HUMANS. Usually I can ignore small infractions like this, but wolves being man-eating crazies is such a focal point in this film it just ruins it.
Highly effective chiller about three students stuck alone on a ski slope chair lift sets the new decade's horror bar high. More character driven than scare drive, FROZEN gives us characters worth caring about, adding a layer of realism and pathos.
This could have easily been a five star film if it were 20 minutes in length and the wolves could fly. Since the film had neither of these attributes, I can only award this film one star. I would rather be shot in the face with a nuclear bomb than watch this film again.
See, this is why I don't ski late in the day. Getting in "one last run" usually means putting your life in the hands of a stoned and surly lift operator who can't wait to get off his (or her) shift and head to the bar. No thanks.
Wolf packs are known to prey upon humans, attacking them and consuming them as food. Admittedly, this is incredibly rare behaviour, but it does happen; especially when wolves habituate an area very close to humans and gradually lose their fear of mankind.
I thought this was a taut thriller with some genuinely horrifying "OMG what would YOU do?" moments.
Frozen can be a tense, white-knuckler in palpable tension and likeable characters, with the group comedy dynamic a good establisher. It hits many buttons within this one location environment to create suspense, thrills, and terror. The dialogue doesn't emotionally convey as well when it goes for drama aside from Bell's breakdown about her dog. Thus, when Frozen goes purely straight-faced 50-odd minutes in, it misses.