Picking up where the last film left up (Spoilers for "virgins"), we find ourselves viewing a close-knit community with the main focus on a hospital and police station prior to their inception of a certain traumatized Jannicke [Note to self: pronounced almost like Hanukkah.] After explaining to the police what happened to her friends and the killer, they discover the frozen corpses and bring them back into the morgue along with the killer. We soon discover that her hectic nightmare is not over and has been jump started into life once more with seasoned experience in resurrection all in part from his stillbirth as a fetus.
As for the respectful precognitive ideal that all sequels are utterly incompetent, Fritt Vilt II awards many more enjoyable factors accounted for than the first film but doesn't build as much of a claustrophobic environment with the dark halls of a hospital. The tension is there but it isn't exactly as potent in the second. Consider this with the likes of 28 Weeks Later which took a similar formula and immersed the audience into a much more detailed and enjoyable environment of prosthetic gore being exercised freely and often over indulgently. The character of the Snowman isn't explored as feverishly as the previous but shallow water is merely rippled into by the fist of an omniscient scribe that further spreads his evil legacy. He's simply someone who was born into unhappiness and murder. While I can't blame his parents, I can't exactly blame him either.
The normal innocence is devoured by a merciless soul destined to perish. I wouldn't say the Snowman is entirely unreachable but luck be towards you tapping into his lucid persona. He murders without remorse and there is scarcely any sight of vacant emotion. For fan boys still groping up onto Kane Hodder, a new hulking figure of horror has emerged from the wintry hills of Norway. His eyes aren't hollow but resonate with indestructible fear and invoke a cold color aided by the divine whites of the backdrop. For a certain unproposed reason, I feel myself drawn into this narrow void of a alternate reality lead by Ingrid Bolsø Berdal. Her defined features strike up beauty in what is known as a feminine movement in cinema. Over all the Jane Austen adaptations, a single figure slowly erects in a plague-filled wasteland feebly wielding a shotgun. A woman of power some might say, a simple light of a to-be sex symbol others might claim. Either or, I believe she has a prominent and bright future ahead of her; hopefully not as bleak as the ones she partakes in.
Fritt Vilt II is a masterwork on terms of hand-me-down reimagining on part of the cinematic horror medium. I'd second guess this film to metaphysical oblivion had I not seen something dim and special in the first film. The decision to not continue this series past the second is a brave and audacious move on part of Ingrid Bolsø Berdal. Her commitment to a solid quasi-franchise is a sign of blessing on behalf of "selling out" successes. Conceding upon this sequel will leave you in tattered shambles. With all cinema, continuity errors can be uncovered and motives can be strongly doubted. Fritt Vilt II is a force to be reckoned with. It will shock you, leave you in awe, and build on an already strong running series starter. This short horror catalog comes highly certified as one of the few Norwegian classics.