I saw something recently (might have been Deep Water Horizon, but not sure this moment) in which a couple of characters avoid incineration or suffocation from one of Hollywood's hoariest old tropes -- the expanding wall of flame coming down a hallway/tunnel/etc. -- by squeezing into a convenient coffin-size nook in the wall of the passageway. My wife was white-knuckling at the moment and rather out of sorts with me for chortling at the action. She demanded to know if I would have had the presence of mind to escape the fireball and seemed a bit deflated when I explained why the characters didn't "really" escape horrible death.
Oxygen. It's a bitch.
Oxygen. It's a bitch.
