When someone refers to the movie Jack Frost you can be forgiven for thinking of the 1998 festive dramedy concerning a lax father who dies in a car accident and gets a second chance as a snowman to put thing right with his long-suffering family. However if you’re my way inclined it could be nothing else but the murderous, wise cracking snowman of the Jack Frost movie released two years earlier.
The film opens with serial killer Jack Frost (Scott MacDonald) passing the small town of Snowmonton on the way to his execution. When a passing lorry containing genetic material (convenient) crashes into them Jack tries to make a hasty exit, but the cargo of genetic acid (WTF?!) spills free and douses him, dissolving his body and fusing his DNA with the snow.
BAM! Suddenly any chance of this movie being either A. serious or B. scary dissolve along with Jack.
Now in another convenient turn the town of Snowmonton also happens to be home of Sheriff Tiler (Chris Allport) who was responsible for Jack’s incarceration and who vowed revenge upon his arrest. Our cold-hearted killer is in the prime location to take advantage of his new form and wreak bloody vengeance on the sheriff and any other innocents who happen to cross his path.
When Old Man Harper’s body turns up with his head forced back by something resembling a giant mitten (good Lord) and local thug Billy is decapitated by a sled in a mysterious accident, Sheriff Tiler’s already strained psyche starts to crack as he must deal with the deaths and his son Ryan’s (Zack Eginton) insistence that a snowman is responsible for the deaths.
The townsfolk begin to drop like flies including what could possibly be one of the most memorable horror movies moments when the alarmingly apathetic Jill (Shannon Elizabeth), brother to our decapitated bully, meets a “sticky” end when she breaks into Sheriff Tiler’s house and takes a bath (……).
As the movie reaches its twilight, all becomes apparent to our hero and he must fight the frozen maniac with a disparate band of survivors and discover the key to Jacks demise which he does with a little help from his well-meaning albeit misguided son.
While this movie was never going to win any gongs (maybe a Razzie), it’s fast paced, has some inventive festive kills and some fantastically cheesy one-liners from its villain. You can pick holes in it till there’s practically nothing left, but my recommendation is to kick back, relax and enjoy the hilarious awfulness of it all.
Merry Christmas, Jack Frost!