Thats what came to mind while watching Wrecked, a vehicle for Adrien Brody (Predators). It begins on a high note that suggests it could be a kid brother of Memento, with Brody waking up in the shotgun seat of a car somewhere in the woods. Hes bloodied. The autos totaled. Theres a dead guy in the back seat, plus a bag of cash and a gun. And Brodys character cant even remember what happened, much less his own name.
Heck, the character cant do much of anything, being stuck in the heap of twisted metal. We see him slap at a mosquito, eat an ant, and attempt to urinate. He manages that about as well as Jim Carrey did post-coitally in Me, Myself & Irene.
After 30 minutes, he finally manages to push his way however painful out of the car and onto the ground. But not much happens after that, either. He crawls around, plays with a dog and has arguments with a woman (Caroline Dhavernas, Devil) who may just be a vision. At least we learn a piece of knowledge about him that may suggests maybe viewers shouldnt be sympathetic to him ... assuming they even are.
Sadly, with 10 minutes left to go (including the end credits), Wrecked finally delivers something of interest. Thats why Im convinced it should be 30 minutes, tops, not 90. Last years Buried was somewhat akin to this, but even more confined and stripped-down; however, even in a coffin 6 feet underground, Ryan Reynolds talked to plenty of people via cellphone to keep things interesting.
Wrecked does not. I found it so dull and slow, I imagined Brody were still in Predators, and those creatures just hadnt shown up yet. Aside from a scene in which Brody is swept away by river currents, about the most action one sees is the aforementioned urinating. First-time director Michael Greenspan shows he could tackle suspense, but he would be wise to seek out a script that would grant him that opportunity.
Fun fact: Following Insidious, this is the second film this year in which Tiny Tims Tiptoe Through the Tulips plays a pivotal audio role. Rod Lott