As a feelbad movie, Frozen Land remains faithful to its message that without money you're a four-letter word and without love loneliness will kill you.
Desperate lives, bloody murder, alcohol, drugs and bad sex in Helsinki.
There is no reason why this should not be a hoot, but nothing is followed through, as if the writers are desperate to fit everything in before the sentimental finale.
Getting even with thieving CEO
after unfair dismissal in corporate
redundancy caper.
This is not the most revealing documentary ever, and it deals with a subject that is ultimately pure pop-culture, but it is impossible to feel anything other than inspired by the pluckiness of the this British underdog.