There's always something more affecting about a story set above a wintery snowline, and though this drama in itself is not really anything special, the effort from Nick Nolte is. "Wade" is the local sheriff who is held in disdain by just about everyone from his disparaging ex-wife (Mary Beth Hurt) to his brute of a father (James Coburn). Then he hears of a fatal hunting accident and decides to investigate. Finally with some purpose, he begins to suspect that this wasn't just a simple slip on the ice incident, but that there are more nefarious plans afoot that could affect everyone living in this small community. As his self-imposed pressure mounts, we realise that he is only just on the right side of sane and is really struggling to keep it that way. Initially his investigations are derided but that just seems to galvanise him further, and drive him nearer to the edge. Might he be right about the conspiracy? Well that's not so important as the really potent effort from Nolte as a man dealing with a backstory from hell, a family who are at best indifferent to his plight, and an increasingly toxic professional reality that gradually sees him reduced to nothing - an angry and despairing nothing. It's all about obsession, and about the dangers to the mind and body when that is unfettered. Coburn features menacingly, if sparingly, and Sissy Spacek also works well as the concerned but wary "Margie". It has something of the sins of the father about it, and sees this actor give what is, for me anyway, his career best performance. It's at times quite a depressing and bleak film, but no worse for that.