By Troy Patterson
Updated January 19, 2007 05:00 AM
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In Vladimir Sorokin’s Ice, blue-eyed, blond-haired cult prowls zombielike around greater Moscow for new recruits, whom they slam in the chest with hammers made of extraterrestrial ice. Survivors are endowed with expansive powers of empathy.

Studio Pitch
George A. Romero meets Nikolai Gogol.

Lowdown
Sorokin’s inventively sliced plot doesn’t make room for a proper climax, but the particulars of his pulp allegory are eerie enough to chill.