What lies beneath the surface of this mostly two-hander is something with the look and feel of a 90s Friday night erotic thriller.
So, the parts that seem less minor league and preposterous are those where we are following fairly intense, parry-riposte dialogue between these two former school friends hanging out on a frozen lake in Minnesota inside a fishing hut that has some pretensions to be a man cave with all the mod cons.
Whenever they fall silent — or we lose sight of the rather compelling Michael Alexander as Grant — one is far more likely to start running over the ropey plot in one's head and thereafter the whole thing anyway unravels via a truly terrible third act or epilogue back in town.
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