Whiteout
starts in 1957, as two Russian pilots flying over the Northern Lights start a shoot-out on their own plane with other Russian
members which leads to the plane crashing and everyone ending up brown bread. Zoom forward to Present Day, Antarctica
at the Amundsen-Scott Base, a US Scientific Research Facility where the temperature is a bit nippy at -55C. Carrie Stetko
(Kate Beckinsale) comes in from the cold and strips off. She doesn't look like she needs a shower, but takes one
anyway. Her appartment is surprisingly des-res as you'd presume they'd look more like something knocked up by Josef
Fritzl.
Anyway, the staff change over periodically but winter is coming in slightly early (in the Antarctic? Who knew?) and so
she's on the first plane out of there along with "Doc" Dr John Fury (Tom Skerrit)... well, until they get wind
of a dead body out in the middle of nowhere. However, it's not someone who's been out there for 50 years, it's one
of their own, but what was he doing out there? Either way, a storm is brewing up outside, planes are being scrambled
and someone's just referenced Top Gun.
Carrie gets a callout to meet with John Mooney, a colleague who worked with the dead guy, out at Vostock, so she goes...
and finds Mooney at death's door. worse still, the baddy's waiting for her! But what's it all about? It ain't
Die Hard 2 that's for sure.
As we find out what Carrie thinks happened on the Russian plane, it starts to turn into an episode of Diagnosis Murder.
The writing is predictable, especially when Carrie has her demons about her past and it's made to loosely tie in with
the present.
A lot of this takes place during a whiteout and Doc describes one of those as an unholy set of weather conditions
which converge and the world... falls away. Winds get up to over 100mph so you can't see 6ft in front of your face.
Hence, it's basically game over if you're stuck out there when it happens.
Whiteout is another case of a murderer on the loose and the good guys getting picked off one by one.
I didn't guess who the baddie was, as I always like to empty my mind before watching such a film and try not to second
guess them, but even when the revelation did come it wasn't particular interesting.
Dominic Sena did much better with
Kalifornia.
That said, he did later spoil it with the lacklustre Gone in 60 Seconds remake and Swordfish, of which
only the opening scene stands out for me.
In short, Whietout is often as exciting as watching Tippex dry.
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