Hollywood has always clung dearly to its unofficial pension pipeline for fit, male actors of a certain age with the grizzled geezer action genre. For any game aging actor, if you’ve got a head of grey hair, a face full of wrinkles, and some remaining core strength, there’s usually a virile place for you to land far away from Shady Acres. But this isn’t really the case for the ladies of Hollywood, which is why any exception to the rule is worth attention. In the rare example of Lou, Allison Janney played an ex-CIA field agent misanthrope who goes on a backwoods mission to save her granddaughter’s life. It was raw and realistic, with a feminine point of view to its brutality. Following in Lou‘s footsteps is Dead Of Winter, where Emma Thompson plays Barb, a hardy Minnesotan widow whose solitary journey of mourning is bluntly interrupted by a psychotic opioid addict up to no good. The contemplative Dead Of Winter showcases everything great about Thompson as an actress and adds “survival thriller heroine” to her already deep resume of entirely plausible skills.
Ironically, Dead Of Winter has a primarily male creative team behind it, with director Brian Kirk (21 Bridges) working from a screenplay by Nicholas Jacobson-Larson and Dalton Leeb. However, they wisely not only cast Thompson as their lead but hired the perennially great Judy Greer to don her bad-girl pants, pitting her against both Barb’s Midwest smarts and Minnesota’s terrible winters. The result is an absorbing film that nimbly works as both an introspective meditation on loss and a battle royale between two smart, scrappy, resourceful women, each with an intractable end goal.
Working with cinematographer Christopher Ross (Shōgun), Kirk establishes a stark, minimalist landscape and cold palette for Barb as she traverses icy winter roads in her beat-up pickup truck. She’s on a singular mission to arrive at a remote lake before an impending blizzard. However, she gets a little off course in the cold wasteland and drives up the lane of an isolated cabin where a man chops wood near a car with a gun on its dash and snow spotted with fresh blood. Barb gets some terse directions and gets back on course, finding the lake and setting up a traditional fishing shack.
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