Scott Marks 3 p.m., April 15
Increasingly bushy-haired oil-rig men, their plane downed in an Alaskan storm, face extremely hairy wolves. No contest. As desperate men are picked off, Liam Neeson becomes even more the bravely stoical loner than he was in Schindler’s List. Joe Carnahan directed with strong weather effects, okay acting, and deaths not too visceral. This man-cave of morbid feelings is like Jack London’s fiction with its Nietzschean ideas sucked out. With Dermot Mulroney, Dallas Roberts, Frank Grillo, credible wolves. 2012.
— David Elliott