There's something juss darn right creepy about being surrounded by snow and not much else. It worked to frightening perfection with Jack Torrance's all work and no play dullness in The Shining, and for the most part, it works its eerie uneasiness quite well in Larry Fessenden's The Last Winter. Cept there aint no hedge mazes or Scatman Crothers coming to the (sorta) rescue. Instead, we got a group of oil drillers (headed by the always solid Ron Perlman) looking for Texas tea deep in the Alaskan wilderness (although filmed in majestic Iceland). After one of the crewmembers turn up dead, it only a matter of time before the rest either do the same or go coo-coo for things other than Cocoa Puffs. But is it all in their minds or is it something else? The same question is at the heart of The Shining, but Winter gives it a nice lil man vs nature twist on it that won't make you fill discontented... like mos horror films these daze
Confuse-Shuz Sez: anyone else ever mix up Ron Perlman with Ellen Barkin's ex-man-ho Ronald Perelman?
John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict): Jeepers Worth A Peepers
Rental Round-Up Dawg: if you Netflix one movie this year, make it Zodiac. If you've already seen it and promise you aint lyinsz, then move on to the next best of 2007: Away From Her
