If you’re not familiar with it yet, you will be in 2010 when it’s released — and there’s plenty of buzz about it now.
It’s the one-man film of an American contractor in Iraq whose convoy is ambushed by Iraqi insurgents.
Kidnapped and buried alive, he comes to in a coffin … with only a dying cell phone, a lighter and a knife … oh, and desert sand trickling through a tiny hole in the wooden box.
Reading the 80-page script, I felt nauseous and sick, as though I was in his shoes myself.
I won’t say anything more about the plot, other than that this movie is going to make its audience squirm — that is, if they can sit through an entire film shot in one very claustraphobic location.
I bring this film up not because I adore Ryan Reynolds (and I do) but because Ryan’s character — Paul — is facing the absolute of fears: certain, imminent death.
He’s literally trapped, and he has no way out … unless by some miracle he gets rescued. Continue reading “Facing Fears”