Yesterday, my brother and I spent a wholesome Sunday afternoon watching a horror/thriller/glove advert called Frozen. Three nearly-fit young students get themselves stuck on a chairlift in a closed ski resorts. The film itself is scary and horrible and gruesome and extremely fun, but the clothes?! The youngsters are in minus-many degrees cold, in the middle of the night, in the Utah mountains, and they don’t zip up their coats. One of them doesn’t even put his hood up. Who raised them? If you’re at risk of hypothermia and frostbite, you zip up your jacket, no matter how much of a dork it makes you look.

However, as my brother rightly pointed out, watching three brightly-coloured ski jackets talking on a chair lift for an hour and a half does not an engaging film make. When will our obsession with faces end?! How many films would have ended differently if the directors had been brave enough to have the characters zip up their coats?

Probably one. This one.