Wrecked.
This is one of those dreadful Adrien Brody films that make you say 'Oh no, it's one of those dreadful Adrien Brody films!' Parental guidance rating: AB for Adrien Brody. Contains scenes of Adrien Brody.
Brody wakes up in a smashed car at the bottom of a ravine, and quickly realises one of his legs is badly damaged. The other occupant of the car (also male) is dead in the back seat. Brody has no recollection of events, and doesn't even remember who he is.
Occasionally a woman comes to visit him. Sometimes she speaks; sometimes she does not. Brody finds her presence unsettling, and grows increasingly frustrated by her irregular appearances. Meanwhile, he strives to extricate himself from the car and learn the truth of his situation. As he does so, an unpleasant narrative is slowly pieced together.
Wrecked drags out its 90 minutes with no particular urgency. Brody's character is completely unrelatable, and most of the remaining 7 cast members are as redundant as they are dull. Editing is poor, with some curiously inept transitions and very obvious jump cuts. The colour pallette is unimaginative, as you would expect from a Brody production.
Speaking of production, this peculiar waste of cellulose has eight executive producers (including Brody himself), two associate producers, two co-producers, one line producer, and one vanilla producer, for a staggering total of 14 producers.
Wrecked lived up to its name by self-destructing at the box office, where it proved a critical and financial failure, earning just $4,821 gross in the US domestic market. Losses must have been staggering, so I can only assume that the whole thing was an elaborate tax break scheme cooked up by Brody's accountant.
I rate Wrecked at 6.66 on the Haglee Scale, which works out as an incomprehensibly awful 2/10 on IMDB.
