Hot Frosty

This has been doing the rounds recently, yet another deliberately shite Christmas Netflix film. In this one a woman, down on her luck in love, puts a scarf around a lifelike snowman and he becomes a guy. But he’s hot.

It’s hard to watch this one, not because it’s yet another schlocky rom-com from Netflix (who frankly are riding on the backs of Hallmark and Lifetime), but because it makes zero effort to explore or explain its own concept and just leaves you with more questions than answers. The snowman (called Jack, of course) might as well have been a stranger from out of town.

Why isn’t he having an existential crisis? Why is he literate but knows nothing? Why did they sculpt a knob and bollocks onto a snowman? Who made the snowman?

I get it though, without this wacky idea we wouldn’t even be here talking about this. It feels a bit cynical.

Craig Robinson and Joe Lo Truglio from Brooklyn 99 show up, and they have some genuinely funny scenes together. Lacey Chabert, the leading lady, can act. She also drives around in a very nice mk3 Toyota Corolla. There are all redeeming features that save the film from being at rock bottom, but I still cannot possibly recommend Hot Frosty in spite of its knowing winks to the audience.