Frozen Scream
Frozen Scream is a dull, thudding turd of a movie, and that's being charitable.
Frozen Scream is, above all else, aptly titled: the movie has all the warmth, depth, and excitement of a long, slow fecal rope, carefully preserved in cellophane, and put into a Frigidaire turned up to the max. The long, rope-like, icicle poop could be retrieved the next day and, I don't know, used to spear small, pesky, repellent vermin. (Is this getting a bit much?) Either way, the fecal offings would still hold more appeal to the average viewer than this rancid, slop-like, ill-conceived celluloid torture device.