Oxygen (Richard Shepard, 1999)
[originally posted 13Jul2000]
You knew I couldn’t get through a post this long without at least one thoroughly awful review. Welcome to it.
This has a fine premise to it, I must say. A sociopath (Adrien Brody) kidnaps the claustrophobic wife of a millionaire and buries her in a box with about a day’s worth of oxygen. A husband-and-wife cop team (Terry Kinney, Maura Tierney) have about that much time to figure out where she’s buried.
Brody was the only thing worth watching in Summer of Sam. Tierney does well in almost everything. Same with James Naughton, who plays the millionaire, and Paul Calderon as Tierney’s on-again off-again partner.
But this is bad. Bad, bad, bad. Despite wonderful sociopathy by Brody—once again the only decent thing about the flick (that’s starting to become a refrain with me)—a number of subplots are started and never finished, no suspense is ever built up, the relationship between Tierney and her onscreen husband is just silly, the cliched battles between the cops and the bottle are trotted out with absolutely nothing new. All in all it’s a jumbled, silly, unwatchable mess that should have been left on the cutting room floor. If you’ve got two hours to kill, spend them with Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead instead. *
A clip of Adrien Bridy Adrien Brody-ing.