Barry Pepper should be in more movies. He should be in better movies. OK, they can't all be Hollywood action stars. I get it. Somebody has to be the American lead in a Canadian Film Board production.
But this movie drags on nearly as long as a Farley Mowat novel. Just stretching out across the frozen tundra, boring the living shyt out of everybody who experiences it.
Barry Pepper's pilot character wouldn't last five minutes in 1950s Edmonton (which he mentions), much less the NorthWest Territories. He's got the survival sense of a goldfish. Luckily for him, he's got an Inuit girl along for the ride.
Isn't it cute how he does some old-timey hunting to bring down a caribou and she dissects the entire thing into useful bits so they can survive. See. We CAN all get along after all.
Scenery is beautiful, though. But really, if anyone has bothered to read this far, seek out Kurosawa's Dersu Uzala if you're looking for a harrowing, emotionally involving, non-Hollywood tale of surviving the tundra. THAT movie will leave an impression on you.
My lasting impression of this one is that Michael Buble can't act.
But this movie drags on nearly as long as a Farley Mowat novel. Just stretching out across the frozen tundra, boring the living shyt out of everybody who experiences it.
Barry Pepper's pilot character wouldn't last five minutes in 1950s Edmonton (which he mentions), much less the NorthWest Territories. He's got the survival sense of a goldfish. Luckily for him, he's got an Inuit girl along for the ride.
Isn't it cute how he does some old-timey hunting to bring down a caribou and she dissects the entire thing into useful bits so they can survive. See. We CAN all get along after all.
Scenery is beautiful, though. But really, if anyone has bothered to read this far, seek out Kurosawa's Dersu Uzala if you're looking for a harrowing, emotionally involving, non-Hollywood tale of surviving the tundra. THAT movie will leave an impression on you.
My lasting impression of this one is that Michael Buble can't act.