while this thriller effectively evokes its chilly Maine setting, its lethargic story feels like a collection of familiar scenes slapped together in the right order that somehow fail to work together
none of which can disguise the flaws: a boilerplate screenplay with more function than flavor; slack editing to pad out the running time; and absurd plot developments..
it's man vs. nature, himself, cliches, and a horrible script in this anemic thriller that pits a worthy Tom Berenger against some genuinely god-awful storytelling
a solid B movie whose pleasures aren't diminished much by the screenplay's dicey dialogue -- plenty of the film has no dialogue at all -- it's a welcome vehicle for its star, who has been underused by filmmakers for decades