Christmas movies are generally considered cockle-warming and joy-bringing – except when they aren’t. In which case they rank among the most terrifying celluloid concoctions known to man or elf.
Such is the lesson provided by Jack Frost, released 20 years ago this December and top of Santa’s naughty list when it comes to existentially traumatising yuletide entertainment.
It stars Michael Keaton as an undead spirit, rocker Henry Rollins as an angry hockey coach and good king Robert Baratheon himself (Mark Addy) as a struggling Colorado bluesman. None of which really conveys the sheer horror of the bauble twinkling at its heart, a CGI snowman – Keaton’s character in resurrected form – doomed to...
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