This would make anyone curse their luck.
On one hand, you have survived a plane crash in the arctic circle but no sooner have you come to your senses you realise that it has come down in the hunting ground of a pack of ferocious wolves.
And, to think, some days I feel cursed when I get up and kick my toe against the dressing table.
Liam Neeson and a bunch of misfit workers from an oil rig are on their way home when their plane hits turbulence.
But this isn't the sort of ricketiness which might make us average travellers spill a gin and tonic on the way to Majorca.
No, this plane's clearly not going to make it.
Any sure, enough, the next thing we see is our Liam, lying in the snow but, mercifully, uninjured. And it transpires there's a gang of folk who have been equally unscathed.
There's no time to celebrate this miracle, however, because it's cold. Indeed, so cold that if the passengers don't get their acts in gear they are going to freeze to death.
Suddenly, despite their trauma, they are invigorated and a warm fire is blazing. Will they all get home safely? What do you think?
The Grey is basically a chase between wolves and men.
In between, there is a a few rows and a bit of pathos. It's like the Maginificent Seven without the hopeless Mexican villagers and with the wolves as the bad guys.
Neeson plays the clear-thinking Ottway who tries to lead the gang to safety but those wolves are on home turf and this is never going to be easy.
Some might say Joe Carnahan's film is plain daft and that the special effects are a bit second rate but I would say that I jumped out of my seat involuntarily five times and that is a decent success rate for any thriller.
And, aside of anything else, there is at least a bit of originality to the backdrop.
Neeson plays his usual quiet determined role while many of those around him, Frank Grillo being the pick, are losing their marbles.
Laughs: none
Jumps: five
Vomit: none
Nudity: none
Overall rating: 6.5/10
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