Frozen Tundra

Frozen Tundra is an unabashedly inappropriate, unrelenting thriller wrapped in a brilliantly executed dichotomy of quirky, stylized art house and gritty neo-noir.

This campy gem both terrifies and tugs at the heartstrings, while dishing out a tantalizing feast of grand-scale panoramic cinematography and a bold, original music score that at times, hits such high notes, borders on genius.

Akin to a saunter down a carnival midway, the audience gorges on a delicious composite of exaggerations: chromatic landscapes, a cacophony of caricatures and abundant macabre machinations, served-up with a juicy side of unbridled icy wit.

Frozen Tundra hooks in the first scene, compelling the viewer on an unpredictable keystone chase through the Pacific Northwest to the frigid ice fields of Alaska, never betraying its direction. Sometimes violent, often hilarious, the awe-struck and agape spectator rides the razor of abject horror and sidesplitting laughter.

Frozen Tundra is a delightfully wicked little film with a merciless and ribald sense of humor that rarely takes itself seriously, but when it does…it acutely maims.

A gluttonous indulgence for anyone with a palate for pulp and a penchant for the preposterous!