I wonder if some of the blame lies in Nesbo's book. I'm a sucker for a well-written, well-constructed mystery thriller and when I lay my hands on one I binge-read to the end (Sleep? Who needs sleep?). I restarted reading The Snowman three times and my attention began wandering away at the same point in each try. The book should have been riveting (based on the ecstatic reviews quoted on the cover), but instead I found it plodding and flat. It never caught fire for me.

Maybe to make a great mystery-thriller film, you need to base it on a ripping good story.