By Bruno Savill De Jong — White is not a color, but the absence of one. It dilutes and covers up cultures which it comes in contact with. Imperialism, therefore, is a blizzard that buries its colonial atrocities against indigenous populations under thick covers of blank snow. It is up to others to melt it away. This is what Owen D. Pomery attempts to convey in British Ice, a well-meaning if shallow tale of a fictionalized remote British Overseas Territory in the Arctic. Even somewhere so distant, colonial resentments bubble beneath the surface, with British Ice surveying the factional divisions of flying a British flag amidst the frozen Arctic wasteland.