This film might be described as a psychological thriller, if there were any thrills in it. How best then to describe it? Confusing, disjointed, pointless?
Set in the middle of the Canadian winter, it begins with a man driving a snow plough, hitting a man who is walking in the middle of the road, and killing him. At worst this would be causing death by dangerous driving, most probably a tragic accident, but for one caveat, well, two actually, or maybe three, depending how much of this rubbish you decide to watch.
The first is that he is drinking alcohol. The second as we learn later is that he has been banned from driving after a bizarre incident involving a snow plough crash which has left him unable to work, perhaps not simply because he has lost his driving licence. The third is that he knows the man in question, who had actually been crashing at his place on account of his being up to his ears in debt, through gambling, and not having the courage to go home and face his wife.
This man had also been caught stealing from our non-hero, and had fled into the night on that account. There is no doubt his death was an accident, but understandably the authorities might be more than a little skeptical. Which leaves us where? Well, it leaves him carrying out a series of acts pointless and bizarre in equal measure, not to mention incriminating, and no, that does not mean simply driving his car.
Set in the middle of the Canadian winter, it begins with a man driving a snow plough, hitting a man who is walking in the middle of the road, and killing him. At worst this would be causing death by dangerous driving, most probably a tragic accident, but for one caveat, well, two actually, or maybe three, depending how much of this rubbish you decide to watch.
The first is that he is drinking alcohol. The second as we learn later is that he has been banned from driving after a bizarre incident involving a snow plough crash which has left him unable to work, perhaps not simply because he has lost his driving licence. The third is that he knows the man in question, who had actually been crashing at his place on account of his being up to his ears in debt, through gambling, and not having the courage to go home and face his wife.
This man had also been caught stealing from our non-hero, and had fled into the night on that account. There is no doubt his death was an accident, but understandably the authorities might be more than a little skeptical. Which leaves us where? Well, it leaves him carrying out a series of acts pointless and bizarre in equal measure, not to mention incriminating, and no, that does not mean simply driving his car.