I do not want to be buried alive.
How bad would that suck? I just watched Buried, starring the one and only Ryan Reynolds. He plays an innocent American contractor in Iraq that has been kidnapped and buried alive in a coffin. His captors have left him with a phone, so that he can call in some ransom money.
It was one of the most stress-inducing films I have ever seen. Who would you call, if you were dying and hoping to get $5 million so you could be rescued? And who would believe you (certainly not some random 911 operator)? Even worse, someone legit answers and they put you on hold.
It was a pretty good movie, and I was literally gasping with breath as it got closer and closer to the end. As he was running out of oxygen, I felt that I was too. The ending is cruel, and expected, but only expected in a "the-director-wouldn't-really-do-that-would-he-no-way-well-maybe-not-please-don't-do-it...oh-God-he-did."
It made me frantically search my mind for that entry in my worst-case scenario survival guide that taught me how to bust myself out of a coffin. I couldn't remember the exact wording, but it was something like: "bitch, you gon' die." I might be paraphrasing.
Overall, despite some political overtones, it was a pretty good movie. The ending was really intense, and I literally gasped with breath, just like Ryan was.
I just hope I don't get Buried alive.
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