Thank God for bad acting. Some truly great awful line readings make up most of the entertainment value of this grade Z ski resort slasher. The soap operas between the characters are too badly written to care about (I couldn’t pass a pop quiz on any of it), but director Jeff Kwitny throws out some gratuitous nudity and fine goofball kill scenes to wake us up when we need it. Is there a death-by-icicle scene here? Of course. Does somebody get splattered by a snow plow? You bet.
Also, shooting a low-budget slasher film in the snow has got to be almost as difficult as giving yourself a blowjob. There’s a reason why most of these films are set in more comfortable climates (such as, say, a summer camp). I give this film an extra half-star for the effort.