Send Help

I had a great time with this one. I wish I had gotten it together to see it in a crowded theater. I also wish its office politics were less generic, and that its crummy digital effects weren’t one more drop in the ocean of reasons I’m convinced computers were a mistake. But man, it had been way too long since we had a fresh opportunity to picture Sam Raimi cackling from behind the camera as he drowns his actors in buckets of glop. Anyone in Hollywood could have made Send Help a serviceable popcorn thriller, but only Raimi, bless him, would go above and beyond to make it this gross and this funny.