Three skiers are stranded on a chairlift. It’s cold outside. That’s it. That’s the whole movie.
I happened upon it on TV. Looks to be about halfway through. So far, 45 minutes of mind-numbing dialogue between two of the three, the third apparently having plummeted into the fresh powdered snow a good 2, maybe 2 and 1/2 meters below, somehow resulting in his immediate demise (no, I’m not going back to see what happened. I don’t care) (nothing that could have happened in the first half of this movie could justify what I am suffering through in its second half).
After sitting there for more than a whole day, with no food or source of warmth, getting weaker and colder and more frost-bitten by the instant, one of them decides to then try to climb up the ski lift, over to a ladder, and down to “safety.”
But wait, something did just happen. Immediately upon reaching the ground, he was (of course) set upon by a pack of hungry wolves that was, up to this point, just silently and invisibly circling, waiting for this guy to make just such an amateur faux pas.
Oh, and did I mention that the two remaining skiers are (1) a reasonably attractive guy, and (2) a moderately attractive (if kind of a whiny and annoying) girl? And yet, no snuggling for warmth. No suggestive banter. Nothing. Now that’s what I call a missed opportunity. Al fresco snuggling is like Cold-Weather Survival 101.
So basically, what this movie lacks in excitement, it makes up for in implausibility.
Even with the wolves, still the most boring movie I have ever seen. Freezing to death would be less painful.
Anyone think they can top it?