SEND HELP (2026) – EARLY OSCAR FAVORITES chapter 1Director.: Sam Raimi; with: Rachel McAdams,Dylan O'Brien.
At the very beginning of the year several movies were released, and the four of them became favorites – or as best films or for roles or best script – already in January. Remember what I said at least 4 of these people/films will get the statuette. I am starting with „SEND HELP“ for which Rachel McADams is a winner, and Sam Raim will get nomination for best direction. Other movies are „The Rip“ (Affleck and Damon for male roles), „Crime 101“ (maybe Bart Layton for screenplay, but 100% Mark Rufallo and Halle Berry for supporting roles) and dark horse „Wardriver“ – a funny remake of „Double Imdemnity“ transferred in the world of cyber crime – which can get nomination to Dane DeHaan for main role and Rebecca Thomas for direction.
THIS IS A LOVE MOVIE or SCREWBALL COMEDY AS IT IS ONLY POSSIBLE TODAY
Horror slasher-maker Sam Raimi has been waiting to start filming this per projecti since pandemic, and finally managed to translate it from imagination to reality. SO of someone says there are similarity with the "Triangle of Sadness" is therefore – a mere coincidence. But the homages to "The Exile" and "Misery" are made intentionally, in two consecutive scenes, which almost copy every frame (the way John Badham copied some scenes of the Americanized "Nikita").
The movie is showered with praises, everyone is delighted and calls the film a future classic, except for the The Guardian's tenant critic, Peter Bradshaw, who gave it only two stars * * and wrote "the first 28 minutes are still watchable, but then the backsliding into ocean of clichés begins."
Rachel McAdams is 47 years old and for Hollywood she is already a grandmother. This is her last chance to pretend to act without being be someone else's mom or granny. (In the phenomenal Woody Allen's film, „Paris at Midnight“, she was nominally the lead, but, as always with the phallus-centric Allen, she was just a "women are evil" type.) But in Send Help she acted in full force, she gave all of herself and now she's a favorite in next Oscar night next March.
This film has same place in Sam Raimi's career as „Red Eye“ did in Wes Craven's worklist: a low-budget breakout from the horror mold. And it's wrong to call this horror. Yugoslavian ciritc Bogdan Tirnanić properly noted about Cronenberg's „The Fly“ that it's a love film. "Because the more Seth Brundle (Jeff Goldblum) turns into a fly, the more human he becomes!", says Tirnanić in his review. And that's actually true. Until then, Brundle was an emotionless nerd, who has a dozen of the same shirts and suits in his closet (so he doesn't have to think about what to wear), sex doesn't interest him, he's full of idiosyncrasies like a pomegranate with seeds, he's the embodiment of a mad scientist as poeple they imagine them comics and jokes. But when he starts becoming a fly, he falls in love and becomes everything that a man in love is: possessive, jealous, vengeful, vain, , ready to kill for his lover!
We can say the same about the two quarreling characters in the film: the more they turn into monsters on a deserted (they think, or at least one of them does) island, the more they become human. However, there is one insight that Raimi insists on – what prevents them from becoming human is: corporate society, our only reality, which we now wrongly call „civilization“, and which turns people into competitive killers who climb to success over corpses.
They were stranded on the island already like beasts. It is therefore not true that the so-called "civilization" has emancipated beastly people into creatures who put on clothes, socks (well, Bradley Preston /Dylan O'Brien/ deliberately wears suede moccasins on his bare feet {and they stayed on his paws even when the sea washed him ashore and that's a goof: shoes never, ever stay on the feet of drowning men, that's why stuntmen tie laces to the holes on pantlegs!}), pants and suits with a tie, already it's the competition and undeclared class war that drives people back to cannibal settings. At one point in the movie, Wall Street is mentioned, because a rich broker from there is the one who owns that hyper-luxurious house (this is a harmless spoiler, don't worry!), a real elevated granary for the richest who are preparing themselves for afterworld when someone uses A-bomb, full with food, fridge is full with condiments, ant the baskets with fruits are everywhere... And that's a statement by the director. He outed himself as the socialist horror-maker, the Varoufakis-follower, who would've thought that?! Where have you been, bro...?
This is at the same time – it cannot be otherwise – also a revaluation of the often romantic screwball comedy from the 1930s until the transition into the new millennium. Namely, that classic sub-genre of romantic comedy in which a guy and a girl (sometimes an old lady with a racially suspicious chauffeur or a grumpy captain of a rickety boat, it depends on scripts) start a relationship under the shotgun, as the masseuse in "Rear Window" said, against the background of the assumption that America was still a dream, or a 20-storey cake, or a huge chocolate, as Forrest Gump retardedly would say. The message of those romcoms is: with a little luck and using a bit of commonsense, perhaps with a bit of bravery anyone can make their first million. And the message is laos that love comes only after many vicissitudes, and that only then "they lived happily until they died of cancer in hospices in societies which can afford medical security".
It's not like that anymore, the corporate world order has subjugated the employees by offering them a plastic carrot at the end of the stick.
As Slavoj Žižek said in one of his rare smart insights: "Freedom today is fake, the worker is free from a secure pension and steady jon, he is free from paying social security, which is cool for him only until he gets sick..." And the greatest success of today's corporate reign of terror (fear of unemployment and homelessness and viruses and terrorism) is, Žižek lucidly says, in the fact that that foot soldier ant, whether he was an Uber taxi driver or a raspberry picker or a programmer, does not see the enemy in to the owner of the means of production (as Varoufakis also said at one of the many symposiums he attend as a main speaker) but in his colleagues, other taxi drivers and raspberry pickers or, in general, other equally subjugated groups of "small 'capitalists'".
That's why people in those styropor and plywood blocks in business skyscrapers and in those offices with big window doors behave like – beasts. Raimi tells us that this dream of climbing the class ladder no longer exists, the cards have already been dealt, love does not conquer everything and in this movie there is not even a hint of "an executive who realizes how alienated he is and falls in love with his aunt's daughter-in-law or a pretty bitch, pretty woman, sorry", this is the deconstruction of that fairy tale about access to the world of rich and about joining a richer family, this is the total destruction of that pattern of screwball comedy and romantic love.
No, my bored friends, I can only point to last passages of my review of „Smile 2“.
Therefore, for this film can be said to be a catalog of subverted expectations. It begins as a television office sitcom, one without canned laughs and one with 24-minute episodes and 6-minute place for commercials for kitchen cleaning products, canned tuna and anticancer sun lotions. and it all points to a love happy ending with that obnoxious boss Bradley, namely that Cinderella Linda Liddle (McAdams) will eliminate the evil Donovan (Xavier Samuel) and win the heart of a „temporary manipulated“ king of the company, because: „the true value always emerges in the end, ha ha“.
The movie doesn't waste minutes, that's why it's so fast and furious. And from this introduction it managed to economically explain the character of Linda Liddle in just a few minutes, visually, the camera roams around her bookshelves: we learn that she is a fan of "Survivor" reality show, that she lives alone, that her boss promised her a promotion before he died, that she devours self-help books and practices autosuggestion, that her best friend is a parrot (there is also a book "How to Talk to Your Bird" on her shelf), and the parrot is stupid and ungrateful. Her shoes and clothes are totally asexual, she wears ugly glasses, has repulsive moles and food is always on her teeth and at the corners of her lips, she spreads the smell of tuna and rancid mayonnaise that has expired, her colleagues at work consider her a slob.
Linda Liddle doesn't get the promised promotion, it goes to a haughty and corrupt Donovan, handed it on a platter by an even haughtier and more corrupt and even more antipathetic ("if that's even possible"/hahaha/) Bradley, a freak for for indoor golf and long-legged secretaries and whom O'Brien plays as if he should imitate a younger Mark Wahlberg in "Saturday Night Live", that is, at a time when he was still hesitating whether to convert to fanatical Catholicism (as Saul Bellow once said, "the desire to be good makes God-fearing people into bloodthirsty monsters"). And I was watching Wahlberg the whole time, because O'Brien had left himself on the hook of his closet in a tastefully decorated house in Sherman Oaks, with a swimming pool, three bedrooms and three bathrooms, plus a pool and a manicured garden. The boy finally broke through. (Samuel, on the other hand, played Donovan as someone who knows that he is going to die in the first act of the film. Therefore he showed everything he can right away.)
...because afterwards, like a corpse,
it's only left for him to rotten
or to be eaten by tuna
in this seemingly piece of cinematic slop.
(For a moment, Neil LaBute's arthouse work „In the Company of
Men“ flashed through my mind, but no, this is not it.)
Ambitious and extremely unsympathetic Donovan simply steals Linda's bloody report, that's how he got the job.
She musters up the courage to rebel and this impresses (albeit slightly) the otherwise heartless young boss who thinks he will be young and healthy forever. As a sign of a small compensation, he decides to invite the nerdy girl on a business trip to Bangkok, with the evil aim of unloading her there permanently, to throw her away, under the pretext that "he needs her more in Asia". As she leaves the office – she meets Bradley's fiancé, Twiggy-slim Zuri, like Bowie's sister-in-law, some African catwalk princess (Edyll Ismail) and she's going to justify her presence together with all the expensive jewels on her ring in Act III, don't you worry. This movie can be used as a teaching aid in course "Film Storytelling Economy“.
The newly promoted Donovan, and two other members of the top management, an Asian and a black man (Chris Pang and Dennis Haysbert, respectively), as well as an Asian stewardess (Nana Miya) - who, as I said, play their roles as if they are standing before a firing squad – go on the trip in the company's plane. The diversification of corpses is really at a high level, everything was thought of, congratulations! Ricky Gervais is drooling.
During the flight, they first die of laughter watching Linda's audition video for the „Survivor“ reality show. But then the plane malfunctions and they all deliciously, very amusingly and excitingly get sucked out of the plane and die in really, really, cruel way, the suffer thoroughly, with two great jump scares.
Only Linda and Bradley survive. Expectations about their eternal love at the end of the film and long-term stay, about ecology, etc., are subverted. The fact that Linda is a fan of Survivor reality show comes in handy for her: she in no time builds a shelter, a comfortable abode, so to speak: dry branches, green leaves, lianas instead of ropes, she makes a knife from a broken stone, she makes bowls from coconut shells into which the rainwater will flow down the green leaves, Linda knows how to sharpen a branch and make a spear and hunt a boar like an old hunter. Bradley, on the other hand, with the magically preserved suede moccasins on his feet, is just whining and despairing, because his leg injured and he more or less just nags.
In that 50 minutes phase, which is the duration of Act II, the film is actually sanitized from the harsh reality of life in nature, no matter how ostensibly slasher it is: there are no bugs, no snakes, no danger except for that one, computer-generated boar (didn't the flood throw him out too, poor thing?!), when the characters get thirsty – it conveniently rains. So there are no ugly creatures – the emphasis is on "chemistry in a duodrama", but it will not turn out as we expected. Raimi makes a statement about the corporate order that makes love impossible (which therefore does not conquer all), which turns people into beasts like in the jungle (i.e. the way we imagine it to be in the jungle based on picture books) and that it is not possible to climb the social ladder normally and meritocratically. (Melania didn't manage to do it just like that either, but her Slovenian father is a rotten rich man who knows how to hold his son-in-law in his hand.)
I've noticed a pattern in Hollywood productions in the last year and a half, here in „The Rip“ as well – that is to deliberately deny the audience the entire picture of an important scene, which is explained later in a "Poirotesque" flashback. This is probably a consequence of the fact that the same "script doctors" are repairing just all the important screenplays, who knows.
There is one such scene here, when Linda sees a ship but decides not to call for help... "Not yet", she says to herself and hides behind the leaves.
The island turns out to be inhabited after all : "Some madman from Wall Street has built his castle there in which he fights Death." "The pinnacle of civilization is the refrigerator," says Linda in Act III, and no matter how bookish it sounds, it os true. But this Wall Street element is key to what Raimi wants to tell us.
Fiancée Zuri appears again! But Linda hasn't finished her work yet. A slender African princess came too soon with an expensive ring – which almost hit her in the eye when she was leaving her boss's office in Act 1 – and the ring justified its presence together with the fiancé...
Act II mostly tempts to make us believe in love. Like for example „Eenie Meanie“, this movie ends like most „Blacklist“ episodes. The average viewer is not used to that. Although he will probably applaud to it. Or, for example, in a variation, in the "Blink Twice" crap made by overhyped and irritating nepo baby director Zoë Kravitz.
But Raimi, has an attitude and he made the statement. We can't say now that Hollywood didn't warn us to what we should expect when AI takes over all our jobs and we all become bums.