There doesn't seem to have been any efforts spent in making this movie in the least bit realistic. Where are the breath clouds coming from their mouths in that atmosphere we are supposed to believe is the coldest on earth? They prance around in the cold just as chipper as squirrels wearing clothing that would be inadequate during a NY city winter. Also, their faces show no ruddy redness from being on the verge of frostbite supposedly constantly. The movie drags on with grim determination, like it's namesake. Having read Pierre Breton's book on the Arctic explorations to find a northwest passage, I was hoping for a movie that would take a more balanced look back at such monumental follies such as the Shackleton expedition, which could be so much more compelling when cast in a less pedestrian, predictable light.
Review of Shackleton
