Chris Sparling, the screenwriter behind Buried, has another film in production called ATM. The main reason I hated Buried (besides that it was literally 90 minutes of Ryan Reynolds inside a coffin) was that it never felt like keeping Ryan Reynolds in a coffin was a narrative decision or a thematic decision. It just seemed like it was a production decision — hey, let’s see if we can make a movie out of just a guy stuck inside a coffin — that never came close to justifying itself, story wise. /Film has some new story details on ATM, and it sounds like we’re in for more of the same:
Three co-workers driving home together from a party decide to grab some late night pizza, for which they must stop at the ATM. About 15 or 20 minutes into the story. ATM exchanges the cramped coffin seen in Buried for a 15 square foot indoor ATM shack. The 24-hour ATM is located in a remote area of the barren supermarket parking lot, in a not-so-great neighborhood. The rest of the story is set primarily in the ATM vestibule, and never leaves the supermarket parking lot.
The three co-workers find themselves trapped in the ATM, unable to escape as a large menacing man in a heavy hooded parka stands between them and their car. It is the middle of the night, and all that surrounds them is cold and darkness. To make matters worse, they find themselves without their cellphones or any way to call for help (one phone was left behind at the bar, one phone ran out of battery power, and the other phone is in the purse locked inside the car). [And they all apparently needed to go to the ATM at the same time, for some reason] Tipster Hawkeye says that people are describing it as Phone Booth meets Frozen. He gave me some more details about what happens during the story, but I would rather not print any spoilers.
So do they get the pizza or what? Yeah, this sounds awful. This guy is like the chef who gets a boner making stuff like ground-beef-and-squid-gut ice cream, and then when people recoil at the sound of it, he’s like, “No, try it, it’s delicious!” No, asshole, how ’bout you cook me a steak.