Freezer Burn: The Invasion of Laxdale (2008)

User Rating:

4.2/10   

Director:

Grant Harvey

Writers:

Blaine Hart (written by) and
Barry Kloeble (written by) ...

Release Date:

2008 (USA)

Genre:

Action | Adventure | Comedy

Tagline:

A Blackened Comedy.

Plot:

FREEZER BURN is an action comedy - aimed at a young male audience. Disguised as executives from a Dutch Oil Company...

Plot Keywords:

Alien | Crop Circle | Black Brassiere | Pink Shirt | Black Bra

Cast

Tom Green	...	Bill Swanson
Crispin Glover	...	Viergacht
Sarain Boylan	...	Gina Larson
Scott Hylands	...	Arnie Filmore
David Brown	...	Al Lipinski
Adrien Dorval	...	Kirby Benesh
David Lawrence	...	Randy (as Dave Lawrence)
Paul Spence	...	Dwayne (as Paul J. Spence)
Peter Kent	...	Viergachi's Chauffer
Mark Jenkins	...	Constable Warner
Donovan Workun	...	Leon
Leona Brausen	...	Darlene (as Leona Mae Brausen)
Len Crowther	...	Farmer Fred
Jameson Trenholm	...	Hippy Guy
Marie Zydek	...	Hippie Chick

MPAA:

Rated R for language and brief nudity.

Runtime:

90 min

Country:

Canada

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Certification:

USA:R

Filming Locations:

Alberta, Canada

Company:

Panacea Entertainment

Very Tame For A Horror Comedy

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There are about five or six pretty good laughs in Freezer Burn but otherwise this one drops flat in the hee haw department. Other than some awkwardly used f-words this is as tame as a PG movie made for kids. The special effects are Ghostbusterish, with aliens popping slime and getting stabbed by Popsicles. It's not that hard to make a funny movie about a has-been sports idol, just think Kingpin or Bad News Bears, so Freezer Burn starts out with some potential: a former hockey big shot turned drunk uncovers a plot by some outer space dudes to turn the world into their personal Club Med. How can you go wrong with a plot as outrageous as that? But the pacing of Slap Shot doesn't exist, and the Canadian jokes wear thin after about twenty minutes, and Crispin Glover is just horrible, and I mean horrible. They must have shot all his scenes in a rush in a single day because he wasn't even required to speak most of the time. Too much time is spent actually trying to tell a story of a developing relationship, when it would have been wiser to concentrate on the wacky townsfolk. In fact, the movies would have been funnier if the two pot smoking streakers were the heroes instead of the hockey player, who seemed to go through the depressed motions of it all. And his dog dies. Not cool.