OXYGEN (2021 - French)

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Studio:      Netflix
Director:    Alexandre Aja
Writer:      Christie LeBlanc
Producer:  Alexandre Aja, Gregory Levasseur, Noemie Devide, Vincent Maraval, Brahim Chioua
Stars:     Melanie Laurent, Mathieu Amalric, Malik Zidi

Review Score:

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Summary:

A woman with amnesia suddenly wakes to find herself inexplicably trapped in a cryogenic pod with a steadily depleting air supply.


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Review:

Director Rodrigo Cortes’ 2010 thriller “Buried” did more than entertain me. It made me neon green with envy.

The concept was brilliant. One man buried alive in a coffin, uncertain of the circumstances surrounding his situation and growing increasingly desperate to escape. “Buried” became a front-to-back clinic on how to cleverly craft an indie that incorporates its low budget directly into creative design. All it takes is a small indoor set that allows for comfortably controlled shooting conditions. A simple plot connected to a constantly ticking time bomb of tension. Then tie everything together with a big name actor who instantly attracts investors and audiences alike. Admired and imitated to this day, “Buried” is a needle-moving achievement in economically efficient filmmaking and I really, really wish I had thought of it first.

Alas, screenwriter Chris Sparling thought of it first. Which makes Christie LeBlanc’s script for director Alexandre Aja’s “Oxygen” at least the second attempt at an identical premise, not counting any other copycats that came in between. Other than a sci-fi sheen making this movie more eye-catchingly colorful than “Buried’s” dirty darkness, “Oxygen” is essentially the exact same thing right up until a late inning revelation redirects the story down a slightly different path.

After an unknown accident causes a malfunction, Dr. Liz Hansen wakes up trapped inside a cryogenic stasis pod. She doesn’t remember where she physically is or how she got there. Until MILO, her pod’s AI computer system, helps her fill in a few blanks, Liz isn’t even sure who she is. All she does know is she desperately wants to escape, but Liz’s befuddled brain isn’t exactly sure where or how to begin making that happen.

In terms of what we see onscreen, one more “other thing” that “Oxygen” initially brings to mind is “The Handmaid’s Tale.” Just as Elisabeth Moss is often framed during June’s scenes of agonizing distress, “Oxygen’s” space-limited camera constantly closes in on actress Melanie Laurent’s wide-eyed, tear-streaked, sweat-stained face. The film’s early going stocks up on several nail-biting sequences where Liz tears free from suffocating plastic mesh, painfully pulls intravenous tubes from her arms, and frenziedly gasps for air like a red-frocked woman being tormented while Aunt Lydia solemnly observes.

It’s actually just us observing. “Oxygen” makes its viewers passive participants more than actively empathetic ones. We may be locked in the chamber with her, but Liz is surrounded by bright lights, holographic HUDs, medical monitors, even an obscured porthole providing a window to whatever waits outside. With a surprising amount of maneuverability, Liz’s predicament can’t hold a candle to the claustrophobia Ryan Reynolds endured.

“Oxygen” takes us out of the pod whenever Liz’s mind mulls a flashback, something “Buried” also did to keep from feeling like it was hopelessly cramped. Also like “Buried” (a comparison that can’t help but come up repeatedly due to practically plagiarized similarities), “Oxygen” further opens up its predominantly one-woman show through telephone calls that allow various voices to interact with Liz while advancing her story.

I’ve got to believe that anyone impressed with “Oxygen” has to be someone to whom the setup seems unfamiliar, and I say that as someone who wishes I had a similar blindspot so I too could be bowled over by the recycled concept. Strictly speaking about individual merits, how can “Oxygen” be anything other than a passably palatable movie? Combine the expressive acting of Melanie Laurent with the experienced directing of Alexandre Aja and of course they’re going to come up with something suspenseful, even if it is redundant. The final swerve regarding “what’s really going on” introduces a compelling twist to shake some rust off the sense of déjà vu. But an “I’ve been down this road before” ghost still haunts proceedings to hold back any ingenuity from feeling truly original or imaginative.

Bringing up “Buried” one final time, “Oxygen” reminds me of how I watched that 2010 film on an airplane. It turned out to be a great setting for a compact little time-passer, and would fit well for “Oxygen” too.

Juiced by enough intrigue to keep you guessing while simultaneously being streamlined, “Oxygen” doesn’t require a massive screen or a full “bells and whistles” experience. You can casually enjoy it during dinner and, even with subtitles, occasionally glance down at your plate without running the risk of missing anything memorable.

To phrase it specifically for viewers who’ve been around the straight-to-streaming block more than a few times, no matter how much or how little you enjoy the film overall, “Oxygen” stays on par with every other “it’s alright” Netflix thriller with decent production value for a modest budget. What else has anyone come to expect from the streaming giant’s routine original features?

Review Score: 55