
The Ice Harvest, directed by Harold Ramis, is being advertised as more of a comedy than it actually is. It's not that it isn't funny, but to judge by the previews, you'd think it was filled with nothing but flat-out humor. It's actually more of a heist movie with some funny moments thrown on top of it.
On Christmas Eve in Wichita Falls, Kansas, mob lawyer Charlie Arglist (Cusack) and his associate, Vic (Thornton), manage to embezzle over $2 million from the boss in a manner that is never really detailed. That same evening an ice storm hits Wichita and the two of them are forced to wait for the storm to subside before they can make their getaway. As they wait it out, a mob hitman is seen in town asking about them. Charlie spends the time trying to discreetly say his goodbyes without tipping anyone off that he's leaving, while Vic remains disturbingly calm. Shortly, Charlie begins to suspect that Vic's plan is to knock him off so that he can keep the money for himself, but that's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the double-crossing that's going to go on over the course of this one night.
While Cusack is the star, it is Thornton and Oliver Platt, as an old friend of Charlie's who just happens to be married to Charlie's ex-wife, who steal the movie. Thornton is terrific as the shady gangster partner. Not since Jack Nicholson has anyone used swearing in movies to such good effect as Thornton does. There's just something innately hilarious in the way he does it. And the combination of Christmas and anti-social behavior from Thornton, as he proved in Bad Santa, is a potent combination.
Platt, whom Charlie bumps into as he mopes about the town trying to come to terms with the implications of what he's done, steals every scene in which he appears. Whenever he's on the screen, the movie actually is the comedy that it's advertising itself as being. He plays a terrific drunk.
The movie comes to a head when the mob boss himself comes to town to take care of his two wayward employees and with his arrival the betrayals and the backstabbing reach a new level. And as Christmas morning dawns the body count is quite high.
The problem with The Ice Harvest is that as not quite a comedy, the tension underplays the humor and as not a full thriller, the humor undercuts the suspense. A fuller commitment to either genre would have improved a story that, while entertaining, eventually feels unsatisfying.


















