Frostbite (2005) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Elderly film master Ingmar Bergman has been making films in wintry climes for so many years, and yet he has never made a film about the tragedy of losing a loved one to extreme frostbite. This, of course, is not it. This is the usual "slobs versus snobs" film, remade for the 1000th time. As usual, the hero is a poor guy who gets a chance to cross over to the other side of the tracks, and maybe even get a rich girlfriend, until he finally realizes that he belongs with the sincere kind of down-home losers and stoners he grew up with. Eventually, as always happens in these films, the entire rivalry is to be settled by a competition in which the pathetic losers triumph over superior training and equipment by pulling off a last minute miracle. In this particular case, the competition is a downhill speed race on snowboards. Although the slob-snob formula has provided the basis for some of the worst films ever made, Frostbite is near the bottom of that particular barrel. It is billed as a raunchy comedy, but it doesn't meet the genre standard for either nudity or laughs.
The main actors not only fail to provide the nudity, but they fail to provide the best non-nude moments as well. Those were supplied by footage of extreme snowboarding, which is either stock footage or stunt footage. The snowboarding was solid, and the editing was excellent, but this footage periodically interrupts the main flow of the film in cutaways which seem random and pointless except as scene transitions, and for durations which seem excessive. |
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