REVIEW: Rodrigo Cortés' Buried Amounts to a Pile of Cheap Manipulation

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buried_rev_2.jpgRodrigo Cortés' Buried is a Twilight Zone episode for Mother Jones subscribers. Ryan Reynolds plays Paul Conroy, a U.S. contractor -- a truck driver working in Iraq -- who, at the beginning of the movie, at the end, and for every minute in between, is trapped in a plain wooden coffin with nothing but a cellphone, a lighter, a glow stick and a few other accoutrements. His convoy was attacked by a group of Iraqis; he was knocked out, awakening to find himself buried alive in this little pine box. Because time is of the essence and his air supply is running out, he frantically starts dialing numbers on his little cellphone lifeline -- 911, the State Department, his wife -- desperate to reach someone who can help.

Will Paul get out alive? The movie's phony suspense hinges on that single question, but along the way it pretends to address other important issues, such as how little the lives of American civilians working in dangerous overseas locales mean to the U.S. government, or to those people's employers, or to anyone, really. The only people who seem to want to see Paul get out of that box are himself, his family and us; the obvious aims of the director and screenwriter (the script is by Chris Sparling) are actually better served if he dies.

Your enjoyment -- if that's the right word -- of Buried will hinge on two things: Your ability to tolerate situations in which characters are confined to very tight spaces, and your willingness to be emotionally manipulated in the cheapest way imaginable. If you truly do not want to know whether our poor, pickled hero survives his ordeal, you should stop reading now -- and I mean right now -- because it's impossible to address the picture's "One minute there's hope; the next, darkness!" shilly-shallying without giving at least some of the game away.

The first section of Buried plays, rather effectively, as a black comedy. We first join Paul, at the very beginning of his very bad day, as he's venting his frustration at being locked in a buried box. He moans, groans and yells; he gulps air as if he can't take enough of it in; he flicks his lighter to survey the cramped quarters around him. After he discovers the existence of that cellphone, and realizes he can actually reach it, he tries to use old-fashioned common sense to figure out whom to call. Confronted with a screen's worth of lettering in Arabic, he makes a stab at calling what he thinks might be a helpful number. A not-too-helpful-sounding woman answers the phone and inquires as to what the problem might be. "I'm buried alive in a box in Iraq," Paul explains to her, more or less, which she follows with some deeply annoying questions about how he got there. ("Are you in a funeral home?" she asks, daftly.) Moments later, it's revealed that he's reached a 911 dispatcher in Ohio, and the operator's "Sorry, sir, there's really not much I can do for you" response plays like an outlandish, grim joke.

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Comments

  • bierce says:

    I guess Buried and 127 Hours are hoping for that giant pile of box-office cash that Phone Booth and Frozen pulled in.

  • WesleyWellsley says:

    It's possible box office wasn't a concern for either. Plus Buried only cost $2 million to make and purchased for just a million more. Reynolds name will make it break even at least. So gtfo Bierce.
    This is an interesting slam to a film you are actively promoting on your site, lol. Way to go Movieline and Stephanie whatever your fucking last name is.

  • Eddie says:

    Really, Movieline? Is this going to continue? You had our attention for awhile, but Stephanie's been a real step in the wrong direction. She seems so out of sync with what we expect from you guys. Please, make a change and give us some reviews we want to talk about.

  • kudos says:

    I'm guessing all the commentors would love to be stuck in a box with Reynolds for 2 hours. Damn, get off his dick.

  • "(Stephanie) seems so out of sync with what we expect from you guys. Please, make a change and give us some reviews we want to talk about."
    Eddie: What does this even mean? More snark? More easily digestible bite-sized commentaries? Are you not talking about this review by leaving a comment? Why are you reading this?
    And guess what, WellsleyWellsley, Ms. Zacharek (or couldn't you read her byline?) isn't a branch of the advertising department of either Movieline or Lionsgate. Her job is to assess the film and her responses to it, not second-guess what her editors, or the studio, or even you would be most comfortable with her writing.

  • Debby Rieck says:

    I never thought I would agree with this opinion, but I’m starting to see things differently.

  • xfollower says:

    I couldn't agree more. Great article Stephanie.

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