The movie has an odd shape to it, beginning as one thing and then widening into something reminiscent of the Fargo television series.
Cold Pursuit is tonally reminiscent of Fargo; beyond its snowy landscape, it’s also the injection of pitch-black humor into a gritty and violent crime thriller, an element that any future Neeson action flicks could use more of.
Emmy Rossum as a ski-town cop is supposed to remind us of Frances McDormand in “Fargo,” but bases her successful police work on the sexual manipulation of some poor sap in Denver.
Instead, Moland seems to lean closer to absurdity à la In Bruges or Fargo .
That, oddly enough, is a beautiful thing to watch and had me wishing this was a documentary about a guy trying to keep a mountain pass clear in the winter rather than another Fargo rip-off.
Sure, the unrelenting tension mounts into a climactic shootout, but the rest of the picture is more akin to the razor-sharp precision and gallows humor of “Fargo” than the merciless vigilantism of “Taken.”