If you’ve been anywhere near a TV in the past 2 months, you’ve no doubt seen the trailer for Liam Neeson’s latest thriller, The Grey.

While the plot is nothing new (plane crashes, a few survive, they’re goal afterwards is to survive, blah blah blah), I still decided to see the movie. After all, seeing Liam Neeson go one-on-one with a wolf like the trailer leads you to believe was going to be entertaining no matter what the rest of the movie was like.

I’ve been wrong before, and this was one of those times. If you don’t want me to spoil it for you stop reading now.

That epic battle between man and wolf? It doesn’t happen. That’s where the screen goes dark. I haven’t been more disappointed in a movie’s ending since I realized the aliens were killed by water, but somehow decided it would be a good idea to invade the only planet that had any in Signs. Unfortunately, The Grey doesn’t have the excuse of being directed by M. Night Shyamalan to explain its downfall.

After two hours of watching Neeson and six others brave Alaskan wilderness and fight off an obscene amount of vengeful timberwolves, I expected some kind of closure. Instead I get a rip-off of the ending of The Sopranos.

I’m being harsh though. The characters in the film were well developed and interesting, and the acting was excellent. After a while you begin to feel for the characters, even if you are trying guess which one will go next. I was honestly surprised by how much I liked the majority of the movie, it’s upsetting  that it was ruined by the ending.

If you go in without expectations, this movie could be great; but if, like me, you want what the trailers promised, you’ll only be disappointed.