The Remake was Awful. The Original, Merely Bad.
This film is little more than an ending in search of a beginning and a middle.
OK, OK, we get it -- being buried alive is about the worst thing ever, and it is shocking to see it happen. But you really need a movie to precede it.
No, it is not OK to invent a character who willingly takes a knockout drug from a psychotic killer "just to see what would happen." No, this is not justified by the fact that he can't get over his girl's disappearance. This makes no sense. None. None whatsoever. If you find this anything less than completely insane, there is something very wrong with you.
And no, it is also not OK to have someone decide to kill just because his daughter was impressed with him. He's nuts, I get that. But you might as well have the script say that his dog told him to do it. The whole pseudo-philosophy about predetermination, etc., was really quite embarrassing. Was that supposed to be insightful somehow? If you thought it was, well... you know the rest.
I had the misfortune of seeing the remake awhile ago, and heard that the original is better. Turns out, that's like saying hospital food is better than airline food. The original is less painful to watch, because it takes itself less seriously, and you can easily dismiss it as some kind of low-budget Euroweenie experimental film. And somehow the subtitles do manage to slightly conceal the absurdity of everything that is going on. But it's been a long time since there was a worse script, in any language.