Buried with Ryan Reynolds. Not literally, but the film. OH. MY. GOD!

If that film does not get the credit it deserves, I swear!
Nowadays, simple films get over looked at times because of three things. Production. Main star. Director. Usually in that order. First, Reynolds was amazing! He was able to manage a laugh for the audience in a film about him essentially being buried alive. But also, he was so great when it came to scenes of him losing hope, all hope for living. He’s constantly changing the mood of the film. From horror to charming to excitement to dramatic. And does it all ever so talented. Rodrigo Cortes, the director, I have to admit. I’ve never heard of him before. But I hope he isn’t just a one hit wonder. The greatest thing about the film is that it never leaves the coffin Reynolds is buried in. The entire film is in the coffin, it shows absolutely no cut scenes to the outside world. No memories or flashbacks. All is in the coffin. So it builds that ark that relates to the audience. As if you were there as well, in the confine space of a possible death that can cause claustrophobia to anyone. That is simply amazing of Cortes. The production companies are relatively unknown. (Versus Entertainment in association with The Safran Company and Dark Trick Films with the participation of Icon Film Distribution.) But the amazement is that the entire film was shot in solely seventeen days. And to be able to shoot the film with such short time and still being able to capture the film so uniquely has to acknowledged and credited. With a budget less than two million, the film brought in almost fourteen million. Not much at all in the box office. But to be able to shoot in such a short amount of time, with an unknown director and production companies, and a small budget, and also being a Sundance Film, then please credit this as being one of those “Juno” types of film. Except, instead of it being about a pregnant teenager, it’s about a Iraq-based American truck driver held hostage and buried alive. And my favorite thing about it. It’s been said as if it were out the very mind of Alfred Hitchcock. And I have to rightfully agree.






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