Picture This:

A psyco killer is running wild in an Antartic outpost. Outside a blizzard rages on preventing anyone from entering or leaving. The radio is smashed to bits effectively cutting off any communication with the outside world. Imagine the isolation, the claustrophobia, the mounting fear, the stark terror.

Sounds pretty good eh? It should be, but it ain't. There's way too many sub-plots happening here. If they had treated it as a spoof or semi-comedy it might have worked.

Here's the dumb stuff.

The killer must be subdued. So who does the military send in? A platoon of Marines? Nope. How about they grab a drunk out of a bar and throw him into a uniform, then match him up with a female officer who gets knocked off right away? Yep, that's it.

The two are transported through a blinding blizzard in a mid sized helicopter with temperatures at 60 below zero. They can't land so the drop 50 feet to the ground and land on their butts without breaking a single bone on the hard permafrost.

The guy who's sent in to take out the psyco killer is his half brother. Not only that but they've been alive for over one thousand years.

All the dead people come back to life as zombies. The only way to permanently kill them is to plunge a sharp object through their heart. How original.

Oh there's more, but I think you've got the idea by now. All I could think of while watching it was how much it was a ripoff of 1951's "The Thing (From Another World)" But nowhere near as good. You probably won't fall asleep but you won't get much entertainment out of it either. Steer clear.