You need not consult your farmer's almanac to realize that as of now we are enduring the winter of our collective discontent and are all but witnessing a recreation of the Ice Age (no climate change paranoia on my behalf, honest ) on the east coast of America - and considering the inevitability of cabins causing a temperature - it's high time you lovely procrastinators take in one of those films you have been meaning to get your peepers a privy to for ages now. Yes I know, I know life it does keep happening but with all those contraptions you modernists have at the ready and with the assumption that many of you have back-stage access to Netflix and other such streaming sites on this here Orwellian device, you cannot refute those get-out clauses are well past their expiry.
Perhaps one of the apter choices if you have set up shop on your sofa and are in survival mode like most of us are here in little Antarctica and maybe you just aren't too avalanche-friendly - so here I select a back burner beauty that really deserves front chair on the cooker, and given the person behind the quill was none other than Vladimir Nabokov who dared to bring you Lolita, you know this little prurient potboiler will have many a trick secured in its sleeves. Without any further such adieu, the film in question here is King,Queen,Knave (1972) and since it is highly unlikely you will switch on the ol' trusted tube and discover this subversively surreal offering from the man who never went off - but introduced his canon of excellence with 1971's Deep End; Mr Jerzy Skolimowski that stars the somewhat likely bedfellows of David Niven and Gina Lollobrigida you will have brought something decidedly different to your Norman Rockwell table. And as for being apropos for a day of snow - you surely didn't presume I would be prescribing that de rigueur Disney ditty that goes by the title Frozen...oh I see.