This film firmly belongs in that special category of movie for me that can only be called 'Those weird "can't believe they (insert big name actor here that you have profound respect for) were in that, hey it's sunday night, got nothin' to do, lets watch the train wreck again.'
To this day I have no idea why Guy Pearce and Robert Carlyle (well, ok, I CAN understand Robert Carlyle being in this having just watched him feast on his own wife in 28 Weeks later, but hadn't Guy Pearce kind of moved onto more serious fare post LA Confidential?) are in this film, its kind of ridiculous, But I find this film weirdly mesmerising and every time its on, there I am, eyes glued to screen. Maybe its the haunting Sierra Nevada snowscapes, the way Robert Carlylse embraces his supernatural cannabiism with 'relish', or the fact that Guy Pearce plays it so damn straight despite the ludicrous premise. Maybe I watch it just to hear Robert Carlyle utter the classic line "we shall not feast...indiscriminately. We shall feast......selectively. After all we don't want to break up whole families." How considerate.