Here is this year's entry in the newfound 'man-isolated-in-extreme-situation' subgenre, popularized in recent years by such films as 127 Hours and Buried. Wrecked is like a hybrid of these two; it combines the ominousness of Buried with the hope of 127 Hours, and although it never feels as relevant or pure as Danny Boyle's masterpiece, director Michael Greenspan is able to tickle our curiosity to such a degree that we're able to live with the somewhat unprogressive nature of the film's middle part. Another factor here is Adrien Brody's committed performance. We've seen Mr. Brody suffer before in The Pianist, and he proves again that few is able to do just that better than him. However, the merit of his performance here is also about the way he balances a sense of spite with a more deep-seated goodness. The only question is; which of these qualities will ultimately surface? And what does screenwriter Christopher Dodd have in store in us for the finale? Only those who give this clever little sleeper a chance will know.