I don’t know what it means that the two most disorienting movies I’ve seen in 2017 both costar Michael Fassbender and Val Kilmer. But the one designed as a slick, commercial thriller is actually weirder than the one directed by Terrence Malick.
When I say that The Snowman is weird, it’s not because its plot is about a psychopath whose signature move after carving up his victims is to put on his mittens and make like this song from Frozen. The titular killer’s habit of building Calvin and Hobbes–style snowmen at the scenes of his crimes — pretty easy to do on a daily basis in Oslo — is just a gimmick, like the Zodiac Killer’s letters to the editor, or the way Buffalo Bill shoves bugs down people’s throats in The Silence of the Lambs.
It’s a lot like Buffalo Bill, actually: The Norwegian author Jo Nesbo, who