Take the American Dream and turn it on its head, have Ghostbusters' Harold Ramis point the cameras, add an extra slug of crime, sleaze and white-collar suburban disillusionment and you’ll get The Ice Harvest. Black comedy prevails as John Cusack and Billy Bob Thornton's small-time Kansas crooks try to skip town after stealing two million dollars. Sure, the twisted humour - think Pulp Fiction lite - works. But the jokes aren’t always enough to drag this heavy-footed movie up to speed.
Still, at its best this film is creepy slice of small-town Americana, all strip joints, wiseguys and grizzly murders. Spending Christmas Eve in his native Wichita before he flees town at daybreak with his $2 million booty, disillusioned local lawyer Charlie Arglist (Cusack) is under strict instructions from his associate Vic (Thornton) to Act Normal. But, newly rich, weighed down by a heartless ex-wife and a drunk best friend, he just can’t resist trying to win the town's superbabe Renata (a well-cast Connie Nielson). Predictably enough, Charlie is soon in fifty kinds of danger.
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Twist is heaped upon twist, but, somehow, The Ice Harvest is nothing special as far as plot goes. Luckily, Cusack is at the rescue: one part super-neuroses and one part average Joe, he’s supremely watchable, even when the dialogue is not as funny as it thinks it is. The highpoint comes, though, via Charlie’s sorry-assed drinking buddy Pete (Oliver Platt) who manages a truly glorious all-night bender. So go ahead, laugh at the strippers and cartoon violence: you’re allowed. Just don’t expect to care when that last twist arrives.