Five friends head out to play in the pristine snows of Jotunheimen in Norway, and it doesn’t take long for this happy-fun-time ski trip to go downhill. An accident puts a big snag in their plans, but lucky for them, they find shelter in an abandoned ski lodge where they can rest and sort things out in the morning.

Jotunheimen scenery by tore_urnes
This is the kind of movie that begs for betting on who dies first . . . and last. The film’s creep-factor is high, and at times, the tension is palpable. The viewer’s surprise and curiosity tracks effortlessly along with the characters on screen, as we discover pieces of the twisted truth that began with a little boy lost.
Bullet Points:
- Subtitles, Bloody Murder, and Tame Sexiness
- Beautiful Snowy Landscape
- There’s a sequel: Cold Prey II (Fritt Vilt II)
I can’t really call this a “slasher film” because the weapon of choice is a pickaxe, which is really more of a bludgeoning and piercing weapon. Thematically, however, the story moves along the same tracks made by so many prececessors. For me, it stands out because whereas so many recent slasher flicks approach their scripts with a tongue-in-cheek awareness of the expectations of this particular genre, Cold Prey sticks to preserving the illusion that we are witnessing reality. Subtleties in the acting make this movie easier to feel; viewers have an opportunity to connect with the characters (something often lost in other films of this type where “characters” often are nothing more than “caricatures”).
About the Location:
The story takes place in the Jotunheimen mountains (“home of the giants”) where many peaks rise higher than 6,000 feet (1,900 metres) and men have hunted there since the Stone Age. These mountains take their name from the otherworldly land of Jötunheimr from Norse mythology, home to a race of extraordinarily large and fierce creatures called the Jötnar. It may be worthwhile to have a second or third look at this film, keeping these mythological roots in mind.



Filmmaker
With millions of dollars spent on the nebulous “war against drugs,” I was surprised to find out that an enormous percentage of that money is spent to combat marijuana, with a measly amount left over to spend on the very dangerous, very addictive refined pharmaceutical drugs like cocaine, heroin, crack, methamphetamine, and rohypnol (that’s “the date rape” drug, Roofies). An astounding number of people are
Pharmaceutical companies have an enormous stake in maintaining the criminal status of marijuana. Plants cannot be patented, and Big Pharm makes their bank on man-made chemicals which can be patented, claimed, and marketed. In a capitalist society, there’s a lot of money to be made on the back of suffering. The government, too, is in a terrifically awkward position. After all these years of demonizing cannabis, it’s not a simple task to undo the damage of decades of anti-marijuana blustering.
There is something to be said about watching. Watching is participating. Early in the film, there is a moment where a soldier films a scorpion being mobbed by ants. I kept thinking to myself, why doesn’t he help it? Why is he just standing there watching it die? I think, in the midst of all the controversy caused by this film, people missed that very important point. The camera becomes the eye, and by watching the film ourselves, we also participate in the events that take place on screen.