Echoes of Frost

Critic Reviews

In the far-too-frequently treaded landscape of pseudo-philosophical fantasy, 'Echoes of Frost' leaves the viewer cold with its uninspired, ho-hum affair of digging through the so-called enigmatic past of a superhero with as much intrigue as a thawing icicle. Directed by the notably mediocre Rob Reindeer, the film lumbers clumsily across the tundra of storytelling, burdened by its own grandiosity. The protagonist Christopher Alloyd, whose scholarly excitement is as endearing as a tax return, is interspersed with lackluster flashes of mentorship from Mary Miles Mint-er, who fails to inject the necessary gravitas or wisdom. As for Emma Tomatson, a promising island of potential in a sea of the mundane, she too is sucked into the narrative's relentless vortex of cliched revelations and excruciatingly predictable plot twists. The film's fervent attempt at creating a junction point between the frigid past and our cynical modern era finds itself frozen in stasis, an echo chamber of arctic nothingness, as bereft of genuine heroism as our present disbelief in caped crusaders. 'Unearth the legend, discover the hero,' they said—well, after sitting through this permafrost of a film, one can't help but wish both remained buried beneath the snow.