The girl's anti-social behavior is made clear as she selfishly carries on a cell phone conversation. Finally noticing the pained look on her driver's face, she hangs up her phone. He explains to her the 'rules' of ride sharing, they share half the expenses and it's her responsibility to keep up a conversation while they drive. The conversation is very stilted between mismatched pair: the anti-social, loner chick and the square Catholic High School graduate driver who is majoring philosophy. Guy reveals they shared a class together. Girl says it was a huge class and she never noticed him. Guy asks about her glasses, 'Did you have Lazik surgery?' Girl is surprised that he knows about her glasses since she only wears them in her dorm room. An awkward pause is filled with the guy changing the subject.
Well before day breaks, it's the movie's plot (which would have made for an outstanding Outer Limits episode) that has come to seem stuck in an endless loop.
Almost always, you can expect the worst when a studio dumps a film without advance screenings. But the well-crafted thriller Wind Chill, with rising star Emily Blunt, is the very rare case where somebody (in this case, Sony) goofed.
FEARnet
August 26, 2007
At the very least, it's an old-fashioned ghost story with half a brain -- and that's got to be worth more than a casual glance.
Wind Chill blows into increasingly nightmarish and ludicrous territory, introducing frostbitten ghouls, priestly apparitions, a nasty cop, and a cycle of hallucinations.
Apollo Guide
September 01, 2007
After a great set-up, we're left stranded by the side of the road, wishing the filmmakers had come up with a conclusion at least somewhere close to as good.
Hollywood Reporter
May 01, 2007
Wind Chill, for all its flaws, is an often spooky and imaginative ghost story that contains a genuine creepiness.
New York Times
April 30, 2007
A moody, spooky tale, rendered with laudable economy.
Daily Telegraph (UK)
August 03, 2007
The passage to ex-rental DVD bins will be swift for this lethally pretentious bit of low-rent schlock.
Imagine a campfire story told by Jack London after downing a bottle of Jack Daniels. The chilly atmosphere would be in full force but the plotting might be a bit punch drunk.
