Wind Chill (2007). This little gem is gold whose eyes are tired of relentless use of gore to replace the effective capacity for storytelling. Taking its time to get scary proper, the time is well used in a little thing called character development, where our character's annoying qualities come to define the hidden truths behind their facades. As well, a sort of foreboding sense of the "relationship" initiates the psychological horror that will carry through the second half of our story. Centering on two characters for most of its screen time, Emily Blunt and Ashton Holmes deliver stellar performances, an unexpected treat for a horror flick. Though claustrophobic for much of the time, the production values of this one are huge, with an incredible set and and even more incredible, as well as brutal, on scene shooting location. Everyone was literally chill for most of its shooting. The direction and camera work were solid, and the story itself was mostly effective. Whilst the ending sniffed of Hollywood, the air was left without a malodorous agency. Merci beaucoup.
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