This movie is one of the greatest horror movies of all time. There are just too many classic moments, from the scene with the failed icicles to the fact bananas kill murderous snowballs to the scene when Jack Frost watches the last of his kin die. It is in the same ballpark as such horror classics like Child’s Play 2 and Freddy vs. Jason in terms of how they have tapped into the genre in a way that has welcomed the newer generation to hopscotch onto their footsteps. I especially cry every time that giant carrot falls on that Japanese ship, even if it has nothing to do with the story past a tentatively shelved third part entitled “Jackzilla”. How life on our planet would’ve been able to flourish without the existence of this caelum opus will take centuries for scientists to discover. And yet I remain grateful, no matter how much we will never deserve something like it.

Though the first movie looked too awful to watch.