I had seen this movie several years ago, I was told by a trustworthy source, my lovely wifey. More than that, she assured me that she had watched the movie *with me*. Despite her assurances, I had, and have, no memory whatsoever of this film prior to last night, when I watched it. For the second time, it would seem. There are only two possibilities of which I can conceive. Either this is a Mandela Effect kind of deal, where it was a parallel reality version of me who watched WIND CHILL all those years ago with my wifey, or else I have a limited amount of storage space in my brain, my memory files, and somehow or other this particular piece got deleted. It is not, however, due to the quality of the movie, if the latter explanation is the correct one. (Personally I’m leaning more toward the Mandala Effect explanation.) WIND CHILL is good stuff, a perfect movie for a chilly winter’s night, and even better at Christmastime. Yes, WIND CHILL is a Christmas movie. What’s more, it’s a ghost story. The grand old tradition of enjoying ghost stories at this time of year continues in cinematic form.
Two young people (one of whom is the gorgeous Emily Blunt, whom I find it impossible to believe I could forget) are driving across a winter landscape, heading home from college for Christmas break. The guy is not quite what he seems, and you, the viewer, suspect this is going to be a male predator movie. Then there’s an accident and the movie switches gears. The car is wrecked and the two people are trapped, it’s freezing and they’re out of gas, thus no heat. Oh, and the stretch of road where they are stuck is haunted by the ghosts of an evil dead cop and his victims, who want the two still-living protagonists to join them, for Christmas and forever. As I said, good stuff.