There are very few really good films about mentally challenged people, and less so about outist patients. Snow Cake does this tough job admirably well. And here we see a Prize-deserving play of Sigourney Weaver as an outist woman who can understand some things and then completely blow away some others. She is marvelously convincing as a disturbed Lady, eating snow, playing with illuminated balls, being mad with a speck of dust or a misplaced pair of boots. Then there is Alan Rickman, the man who was in part responsible for the perish of her daughter, and his part is deeply tragic and and at the same time a bit humorous, especially when he learns to deal with her outist pranks. Then there is Carrie Ann Moss as a lustful but sweet neighbor who also takes part in all this life's trapping situation... Watch thus, this is not a bloody thriller or a car chase movie, this is a way too serious and deep work.
