As the old saying goes, "...what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger"; a very fitting allegory to this tautly produced, albeit powerful and cleverly conceived trite of a psychological drama...from 2010, "Iron Doors". In the onset, the film delves very much into a ho-hum contrived 'Saw' or 'Cube' meld, but as the claustrophobic events further unfolds, this singular character study becomes something more about survival, and the indomitable human spirit, which in this case, become strengthened and determined, despite the resignedly foreseen breakdown of the body.
Axel Wedekind, coming off as sort of meld between Adrian Brody and Elias Koteas, solely and capably carrying the film, and giving a very engrossing performance as an unnamed bewildered man (...vocation: unknown...though, at one point, he does mention 'hazing', possibly implying his belonging to a group prone to 'prankster' group initiation), who wakes up in what appears to be an old and abandoned bank vault...replant with nothing but a large, rusty foot locker (...what's inside??), a flickering neon lamp overhead, and the vault's only other resident, at this point...a decomposing rat carcass.