Wind Chill (dir. Gregory Jacobs, 2007)
It’s 2007. You’re a pre-fame Emily Blunt badly affecting an American accent. You’re texting someone on your massive Sony Erickkson cell phone during the middle of a university exam. You were planning to take the bus home for winter break, but your anonymous friend—like you and everyone else in this movie, they don’t get a name—suggests that you do a rideshare instead. You know, like that movie The Sure Thing. You walk to the big, borderline anachronistic cork board covered with flyers and take down the number of the person going to Delaware. The driver is Ashton Holmes, who knows way too much about you for a stranger. Things go from bad to worse when you get stranded on the scenic route overnight with this definite stalker.
Then the ghosts start arriving.
A thoroughly mediocre film only notable for an early appearance from Emily Blunt, an extended cameo from Hal Hartley mainstay Martin Donovan, and its director. Gregory Jacobs primarily works as an assistant director for Steven Soderbergh. His debut film was Criminal, a remake of the Argentinean thriller Nine Queens that is worth watching. His most recent is one of the finest movies of the decade, Magic Mike XXL. In between them was this nothing picture.
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