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New York Times:
It would like to remind you of "Fargo" - what with all the snow, the grubbiness and greed, the exaggerated accents and off-kilter rhythms - and it kind of does, but in a dispiriting way.
Wall Street Journal:
It is Mr. Kinnear's slippery charm that keeps "Thin Ice" from sinking into the frosty Wisconsin slush toward which it seems to be heading from the start.
Jill Sprecher's "Thin Ice" is a small, likable movie about a small, not particularly likable man.
It charts how a man who spends his life playing the angles can miss the hard brick wall he's about to smash into.
Some may think of it as jayvee Coen brothers or Hitchcock -- the influences are obvious -- but Sprecher brings her own style to the movie.
At one point you're looking at the screen going, "This makes no sense!" Then after a long conclusionary explanation, you shake your head and say, "I'm still not sure that made much sense."
Los Angeles Times:
There is some sinister fun to be had in watching Kinnear skating toward disaster on ice that is very thin indeed.
The movie is familiar and generic, a pastiche that often reminds you of other, better films.
In the end, it's a little too much like its own main character. It wants the big results. But it's not willing to put in the hard work to really earn them.
New York Post:
Kinnear and director Jill Sprecher make you feel Mickey's squirming desperation, even if the ending feels like a cop-out.
There's nothing like the macabre to bring intrigue to an ordinary life, and nothing like the logistics of body disposal to challenge an insurance salesman.
Walter V. Addiego,
San Francisco Chronicle:
With a handful of blackly humorous jolts and some game performances by a good cast, "Thin Ice" is a watchable, if not terribly original, piece of Midwestern noir.
When a movie is this predicated on aping the Coen brothers (effectively, it should be added, in fits and starts), surprise won't be its strong suit.
A surprisingly entertaining and nonderivative February time-passer, its wretched mid-winter Wisconsin setting notwithstanding.