Slushy

Thin Ice

Crit

Greg Kinnear does moral bankruptcy as well as anyone we have, but here he drills that niche so deeply that he finds himself inhabiting an insurance agent too horrible and too stupid (duh: has he never seen any of the hundred previous everything-you-do-to-dig-out-from-under-the-consequences-of-your-first-crime-only-buries-you-deeper movies?) for us to give two frozen farts about, and thus it's impossible to care about the film, either.

Alan Arkin can't make it better by playing another of his loopy old codgers; only when Billy Crudup is onscreen, as a volatilely sociopathic locksmith, do we see anything resembling life. In the end we get what is meant as a big payoff, but it turns out that the policy has been canceled for nonpayment of dues.