That howl you are hearing is no doubt the sound of high-powered air conditioners whirring through the empty rows in the handful of cinemas giving brief shelter to Wind Chill, an orphan movie being abandoned so quietly by its studio that Sony didn't even bother to arrange the customary opening-day "courtesy" screening for interested critics. Directed by longtime Steven Soderbergh a.d. Gregory Jacobs, the movie stars The Devil Wears Prada's Emily Blunt as an East Coast coed who agrees to carpool home for Christmas with the guy from her philosophy seminar who has a secret crush on her. En route to Delaware, they take the de rigueur ill-advised shortcut and crash into a snowbank on one of those lonely stretches of highway where cell-phone signals fear to tread. Before long, they realize that the subzero temperatures aren't the only thing they'll have to endure, though Wind Chill is far too high-minded to subject its characters to the torture-porn accessories that have become staples of the modern horror picture. Jacobs is notably more interested in creepy atmosphere -- and contemplating Nietzsche's concept of eternal recurrence -- than in jump-in-your-seat jolts. But in the end, it's the movie's plot that seems stuck on an endless loop.
Gregory JacobsAshton Holmes, Emily Blunt, Ned Bellamy, Martin Donovan, Chelan SimmonsJoe Gangemi, Steven KatzGraham Broadbent, George Clooney, Ben Cosgrove, Peter Czernin, Steven SoderberghSony Pictures