Out Cold ★★½

There’s a nimble Coen-lite movie here. It’s all right there — but the director can’t seem to give the material any teeth. You’ve got Teri Garr, John Lithgow and Randy Quaid and you’re making them UNDERPLAY their characters!? WHYYYYYY?! There’s a concerted effort to make them all flat and vanilla with only a nefarious twinkle in their eye backed by a Bewitched-style flouncy soundtrack. No. These are bad decisions. BAD. Tone is everything. This movie serves as a reminder.