Frostbite: Blood of the Silver Pine (1988)

“Before the storm came… the curse was born.” Long before the Silverpine Lodge became a tourist retreat, it was a scar in the wilderness — a mining camp carved into stolen land. When a winter blizzard traps a group of settlers, miners, and two desperate outlaws inside a half-built lodge, the real horror begins. The land they stole is waking up. Something old and starved has returned — the spirit of a murdered medicine woman, twisted by rage and hunger into the first Wendigo. As the snow piles high and trust runs low, bullets and prayers won’t save them. The forest wants its vengeance paid in flesh. Rated R for frontier violence, cannibal horror, language, blasphemy, and one extremely unpleasant dinner scene. ——— “Frostbite: Blood of the Silver Pine is what happens when you mix a Clint Eastwood movie with a meat freezer and lose the script halfway through. The characters spend most of the runtime arguing about soup before being eaten by what looks like a taxidermied moose on stilts. I haven’t seen this much frostbite since my uncle’s ice fishing trip. Two thumbs frozen solid — and one middle finger to whoever thought this needed a prequel.” — Gene Sickle “A brutal, beautiful descent into madness. Imagine if The Revenant had been edited on a broken VCR. The Wendigo steals the show — and probably your sleep.” — Roger Eggbert – Chicago Sunsheet “Six-shooters, snow, and cannibal spirits? Yeehaw, partner! Buckets of blood, a haunted shack, and a monster that eats faster than I can shotgun a Lone Star. Four antlers outta four!” —Bob John Diggs – Drive-In Nights with Bob John