Like '12 Angry Men' and 'Locke', a perfect encapsulation of cinematic creative limitation with the use of a single-setting conceit. A sterling acting performance and a gripping development of narrative enigmas works wonders. It might be fairly mid-brow, but that doesn't negate its strong delivery.
The Birds meets Rope meets sandy-chokey despair. Reynold's finest acting performance?'sho!We're heavy breathing since minute one with him & that final call 'sorry but he led us to..." is so soul-crushing i didn't even have the time to fill my tear ducts as Cortés allowed no sentimentality and as Lang once did, cut it clean off, with that abrutp ending.Unforgettable and scary.And a brilliant top-notch script to boot.
3.5 | Claustrophobic seems to be the magic word. There's no better way to describe it. I was quite impressed. The fact that it takes place entirely inside the coffin heightens the intensity and, as has been pointed out, the claustrophobia, but the ending was such a bummer in a very desperate way that made my insides hurt.
All the claustrophobia you can handle and a surprisingly tolerable Ryan Reynolds, who, believe it or not, doesn't need to show us his abs as he navigates a coffin for an hour and a half. Armed with nothing more than a cellphone, knife, and lighter, Reynolds is able to keep viewers on the edge of their seats with his high-energy performance. We are thrust into the film; forced to endure the fear, panic, & stress.
Another brilliantly simple genre construction. This time the conceit being one actor, one location: buried alive for 90 minutes. And from that stark exercise, there story goes to many many places. Lots of plot twists, most of the fun is starting out completely in the dark (so to speak)