This is quite a decent icy thriller, but is hasn’t anywhere near the claustrophobic intensity of the first film from 2021. It is still Mason Thames who portrays the now seventeen year old “Finn”, convinced that he seen the last of the “Grabber” but still having nightmares about a phone ringing. To add to his sleeplessness, his sister “Gwen” (also still Madeleine McGraw) is having some fairly torturous nightmares that, coupled with some sleep-walking, are unsettling both of them. Determined to find out what is causing these traumas, they hook up with her fellow Duran Duran fan “Ernesto” (Miguel Mora) and head to the very Christian fellowship camp where their mum was a counsellor. They arrive just as the mother of all blizzards sets in, and so up to their elbows in snow and ice they have to piece together just what happened to half a dozen children reported killed at the place but never found, and establish whether or not the dastardly “Grabber” is still something to be reckoned with. The cold and frosty environment and half decent efforts from Thames and McGraw do help to keep this mystery rolling along, but despite some curious and menacing flashbacks that fill us in with what did and might happen, the story here just isn’t very solid or original. It takes far too long to get going, and the denouement - though quite action-packed, is all just too rushed and disappointing. I did quite like the barbed remarks aimed at the god-fearing/adoring “Barb” (Maev Beaty) and it’s all perfectly watchable, but it could easily lose twenty minutes to condense the plot and get us to the snowy sharp-end a bit more swiftly. Worth a watch, but not as good.