Somehow I missed the fact that Sam Raimi directed this film. If I had known that Raimi was involved I think I would have moved this a little higher up on the list (not to mention a score by Danny Elfman as well!). Sure I was partially interested when I saw the casting of Rachel McAdams and Dylan O’Brien, but it wasn’t enough to make me tune in completely, though I found the idea intriguing.

When we watched it the other night, and I say Raimi’s name in the credits, I knew I had to buckle up for a good time, and it was. From the mandatory Bruce Campbell nod, to the moving camera styles to the gore and body horror that it is so graphic as to be almost funny, all the Raimi trademarks are here.

McAdams is Linda Liddle, a looked over and passed over numbers genius who is a little socially awkward, and desperately wants to be on a season of Survivor. But even more than that she wants the promotion promised her by Bradley Preston’s (O’Brien) late father, a vp position in the company.

Unfortunately, Preston is a nepo-baby with ideas of his own, and not a clue about anything beyond his immediate needs and wants. He isn’t planning on promoting Linda, but invites her along on the Bangkok trip to polish some numbers, and maybe prove that she can handle the position, if she gets it.

That’s never going to happen though, because the private jet crashes, and maroons them on a tropical isle. Here, Linda thrives, and Bradley struggles to get by, and recover from an injury. Linda not only knows how to survive, she makes it look amazing – she gets more color, she is intentionally made more and more appealing looking the longer they stay on the island.

Bradley wants a way home, and Linda may not be ready to leave yet. And that’s just the beginning of a twisting, turning story that illustrates that neither of them are great people, neither of them can truly be trusted, and what, oh what could the endgame be?

Deliciously bloody and violent when the ball really gets rolling, Raimi also mixes in a couple of expected jump scares, and buckets and buckets of blood.

The gore and the pitch black humor may not be for everyone, but man, this one delightfully rang my bell, and made me realize, once again, how much I love all of Raimi’s films. This was a lot of fun, brilliantly enjoyable, and had a dark edge running throughout.