ASED on the seventh book in the Harry Hole series by author Norwegian Jo Nesbø, The Snowman is a solid film that sadly gets cold towards its very end.
Often, when books are adapted to film they leave a lot to be desired. This film works because it can stand on its own without relying too much on the appeal of the books, which is a good thing: it must make sense as a coherent whole, whether you’ve interacted with Nesbø’s work or not. But while for a large chunk of the running time the film does just that, there are dots that just won’t connect.
At the heart of the film is a multi-layered detective Harry Hole (Michael Fassbender) who is brilliant in his detective work but is a troubled man with an alcohol addiction. Hole finds himself rather unwittingly investigating Michael Fassbender as detective Harry Hole in The Snowman. a series of murders that boast an unusual calling card: a snowman with coffee beans at every crime scene.
The case is brought to Hole’s attention by a new officer in his department, Katrine Bratt (Rebecca Ferguson), who claims she has been transferred from the missing persons department in Bergen. She seems star struck by Hole, to such an extent that she mentions immediately that she studied his cases at the academy.
Hole becomes suspicious of Katrine when he realises that she has in her possession cold case dockets. And she is not authorised to have them. It later turns out that Katrine is actually on suspension by the Bergen police department after going against the rules in an attempt to crack the case of Norway’s first ever serial killer, dubbed The Snowman. A case that is rather close to home because