This is, without question, the crown jewel of my Shoctober 2024 viewing—a masterclass in combining the worst writing, acting, and directing possible. Imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this gem on the BFI website, where it was described as The Exorcist meets the Winter Olympics, promising a thrilling combo of demonic possession and snowbound slashing. Instead, I got a painfully dull, creatively bankrupt mess where the biggest horror was the acting, and the snow somehow managed to feel less cold than the performances. Christopher Webster, who directed this and was producer of Hellraiser, mu...