“The Snowman” is based on an acclaimed mystery novel by Norwegian writer, Jo Nesbo. It’s meant to be a thriller about a serial killer but it comes out as such a big mess, often nebulous and incoherent in unfolding its torturous narrative. It’s as if the movie was made based on a flimsy sequence treatment and scenes were just concocted on the set itself. In the climax, the killer explains his motives for committing a series of murders but even he himself doesn’t sound like he’s really convinced.
The story is set in snowy Oslo, Norway and starts with a prologue. A cop visits a woman and her son who live in a cabin on snow-covered surroundings. The man gives the boy a test and each time he makes a mistake, the boy is slapped hard by the sadistic man, who turns out to be his mom’s lover. This sequence ends with the mother’s car sinking in a frozen lake, leaving the boy an orphan.

He is separated from his wife, Rakel (Charlotte Gainsbourg), who is now married to a doctor, Matthias (Jonas Karlsson), and has a teenage son who looks up to Harry as his father figure. Harry then investigates a series of killings where the culprit always leaves a snowman at the scene of the crime where the victims are mutilated. Why he does so is never even explained.
Helping Harry solve the case is a female cop, Katrine (Rebecca Ferguson), who keeps a secret past. She’s the one who traces the possible involvement of a rich industrialist with a proclivity for young girls, Arve Stop (JK Simmons) and the doctor who acts as a pimp for him, Idar Vetlesen (David Dencik.) There’s even much ado about Oslo’s bid to host the Winter Olympics instead of just focusing on making the plot developments more credible.

This “Snowman” is so execrably bad we would prefer Olaf of “Frozen” anytime. The only saving grace of the movie is its beautifully photographed Nordic setting with its frozen fjords and wintry landscapes. Without them, “The Snowman” simply melts away into nothing.