Our players are perfunctorily introduced -- there's an agro meathead, a sensitive intellectual, an old-timer with one day left before retirement, and a young woman along for the ride -- and, after a bit of ingratiating camaraderie, the roof duly caves in. Now, you might think, given the vicarious fear the world endured on behalf of the Chileans, a horror film about a mine collapse need only induce a readymade sense of claustrophobia to justify the price of admission. But Beneath exhausts the appeal of its thinly sketched characters almost as soon as they're trapped together in the mine's emergency bunker, and it isn't long before Ketai, tiring of human drama, turns instead toward the supernatural. Are we really so easily bored by the terror reality affords?
It isn't enough that our survivors must contend with falling rocks and a rapidly diminishing air supply -- Ketai soon pits them against the ghosts of miners buried in rubble centuries before. Talk about bad luck.