Disappointing thriller set in Antarctica. A strangely uncharismatic Kate Beckinsale is a US marshal investigating a homicide that turns out to be linked to a Russian cargo plane that crashed in 1957.
The Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station is an interesting location for a drama, and there’s a definite sense of tension when you see the ice-pick killer on the loose in a blizzard.
But the film suffers from a weak script and an oddly anticlimactic ending. A potentially intriguing sub-plot about chemical weapons fizzles out entirely. And the big “unveiling” of the real villain happens too late: if the viewer could see it coming, why couldn’t Kate Beckinsale?
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