Okay. I know this film is sappy. And the first 5 minutes are painfully slow. But if you can handle some sap, this is a well-made movie that effectively explores the topic of what it's like to have to deal with loss: in this case, the loss of one's father and to a lesser extent one's husband.
Michael Keaton is Jack Frost, a loving husband and father who, one fateful Christmas day, loses control of his car and dies. He returns the next year in the form of a snowman to get another chance to be with his son.
This is most definitely not a comedy, and to the filmmaker's credit they don't go for silliness with the snowman stuff. Yes there are moments of humor (some failed), but the movie's main strength is in its relationship between Frost and his son and also Frost and his wife (a luminous Kelly Preston).
These movies walk a fine line for me: if they are sappy and don't move me, I hate them. But if they do strike an emotional chord, then I forgive all flaws and recommend the movie. So whether or not you will enjoy it is based strictly on your tolerance for sentimentality. For me, it worked.
Michael Keaton is Jack Frost, a loving husband and father who, one fateful Christmas day, loses control of his car and dies. He returns the next year in the form of a snowman to get another chance to be with his son.
This is most definitely not a comedy, and to the filmmaker's credit they don't go for silliness with the snowman stuff. Yes there are moments of humor (some failed), but the movie's main strength is in its relationship between Frost and his son and also Frost and his wife (a luminous Kelly Preston).
These movies walk a fine line for me: if they are sappy and don't move me, I hate them. But if they do strike an emotional chord, then I forgive all flaws and recommend the movie. So whether or not you will enjoy it is based strictly on your tolerance for sentimentality. For me, it worked.