This was a movie that both V-Dawg and I were dying to see. He would always bring it up when talking about movies and bother me to no end saying, “when are we gonna see ‘Buried’?!” Finally, we saw it, and I must say that I was very impressed with Ryan Reynolds’s acting in it. He frequently delivers sub-par movies, but he did an excellent job with this one. In all honesty, the beginning was a bit flimsy on his part, but he recovered excellently afterwards. I came in expecting an honest drama, but came out realizing that it was a suspense thriller bordering on sheer horror. It was intense and enjoyable if you like the feeling of claustrophobia continually throughout the movie.
The story revolves around a man by the name of Paul Conroy. He used to be a truck driver working for a company in the Middle East. His truck convoy was ambushed and some of his friends were killed. Paul awakens inside a coffin with only a lighter and a BlackBerry, being apparently buried alive. He was kidnapped and placed there by insurgents attempting to get ransom money by burying Americans in different locations. Paul ends up going through hell to attempt to figure out what exactly happens and how he can get out alive. Reaching everywhere, from the State Department and FBI to his family and friends, he attempts to find help wherever he can. Instead, he discovers that ineptitudes and lies are closer to him than the coffin in which he lies.
Possibly one of the most brilliant movies I have seen in a while, I fully recommend it to anyone that isn’t afraid of feeling incredibly sad. The mood throughout is one of desperation and it makes you feel the true confines of possible solutions. The coffin is used very well as a cinematographic device. In some scenes, the camera zooms out, and all you can see is the outline of the box in the middle of pitch black. Other times, the camera keeps flying upwards, and the walls of the box stretch with it, higher and higher. It can successfully transmit the feeling of claustrophobia, or being trapped in an endless hole with the same, wooden walls stretching to infinity. This movie is definitely not like watching paint dry on the sand within a coffin, buried somewhere in the Middle East.
By Kulguy
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