I keep trying to like Shirley Henderson, but she's just playing the same character over and over, except in Taming of the Shrew (Shakespeare Retold) where she got to break out of her shrieking mouse role and move into a screaming, bitchy shrew. In Frozen she is, yet again, the timid, whining, desperate, confused woman. The story itself is interesting, but she doesn't make me ever really care if she finds her sister. And none of the questions posed in the movie were ever answered, or even delved into, for that matter. There are two CCTV cameras mere feet apart and somehow, between them, a girl goes missing? And everyone's like, "Oh well." It's just not that good of a movie. There could have been more ethereal depth, but instead it looks like a mystery that landed in the Twilight Zone, unfortunately without Rod Serling to navigate it. The supporting cast is good, though under-used. And ladies, if you're buying it for Richard Armitage, don't get your hopes up too high. His part is too downplayed and he seems as lost and uncomfortable as the storyline.