This is a very odd movie: brilliant, surreal and idiotic all at the same time. Buster emerges from the subway into a frozen wasteland, tries to rob a saloon, and then shoots the wrong wife. He "hears" the women next door sweeping snow and decides to accost her, once assured the husband is out of sight. Does she loath him, or is oddly attracted to this man who, in the right light, appears almost aristocratic? The scene of Buster appreciating fine music is worth the price of admission. And who is the woman who shoots him? This has remained a mystery for 90 years, but maybe you will be the one to figure it out. Watch this movie.
Review of The Frozen North
