Dead of Winter Review: A Little Ice Cold, or Just Lukewarm?

Alright folks, let’s chit-chat about “Dead of Winter”. A film directed by Arthur Penn, starring, you know, the ever-so-talented Mary Steenburgen, who always brings a little extra. I mean, she’s like the lingonberry to the Swedish meatball—essential, right? And the great Roddy McDowall, who is, let’s face it, a bit like syrup on pancakes: smooth, sometimes too sweet, but always in his element.

So, what is it all about then? It’s like stepping into a snowstorm without a proper coat. You’re meant to feel the chill, but somehow it just doesn’t bite as deep as you’d expect. Maybe it’s the plot twists that are about as predictable as the outcome of a Melodifestivalen final, yet oddly comforting. This film, set in a claustrophobic mansion in the middle of nowhere, harbors secrets thicker than a Swedish winter fog.

When I first watched it, it reminded me of a winter’s day back in Östersund when my car broke down. Stuck there, waiting for a tow truck, I experienced that same eerie yet intriguing isolation that the film tries to depict. We’ve all had those moments, right? When you’re cold, a little annoyed, but somehow enjoying the thrill of the unexpected?

But let’s not get too nostalgic. Mary Steenburgen—an exciting presence, but I swear, some parts had me questioning if she was as confused by the script as I was. The film’s allure rests largely on its atmospheric tension, sort of like playing Kubb in the snow—oddly challenging but fun if you’re into it.

All in all, “Dead of Winter” might not be the masterpiece one dreams of on a cold night, but it takes a stab at offering intrigue. It’s like a Swedish winter—impenetrable yet comforting. Popcorn and a woolen blanket highly recommended for this one, pals.

Check the trailer below