“a full body suit with zero cgi in the year of our lord 2026, i almost cried. the crunching footsteps and roars off in the snow did more for me than half the jump-scare factories i sat through this year, and brittany allen keeps the whole thing from floating off into pure kitsch even when the script clearly has no idea if it wants to make me sad about her dad or laugh at a scene involving intestines. is it messy, yeah, the editing loses track of who's where and it never really finds the throat-tightening dread it keeps reaching for. but i grew up taping monster movies off late night syndication and this hits that exact nerve, snowbound and gooey and sincere in a way that mainstream horror forgot how to be. i'll take a lumpy little creature feature that means it over a polished one that doesn't every single time”
