When I was ten, I went to a double feature of Young Frankenstein and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes! I left the theater convinced Tomatoes was the superior film. Look, I was 10, ok? At 10, the idea of a homicidal tomato is every bit as funny as Airplane! OK, Jim, let’s not get ridiculous… ok, even at 10 I knew Airplane! was still obviously far superior to the idea of lethal produce. But you get my point. The thing is, I’m not ten any longer and the idea that Attack of the Killer Tomatoes! is even in Young Frankenstein’s ballpark humor-wise is ludicrous. So how would I feel about something resembling a remake?
The story of Save Yourselves! is basically about two fairly worthless urbanites trying to find themselves when the apocalypse breaks out. Don’t worry; 
it’s not a real apocalypse. It’s a silly apocalypse. The monsters resemble decorative pillows and attack kazoo-style with their tongues. I’d be pretty embarrassed for my planet were it conquered by these things…even if my planet were unihabited.
The two “adults” are Jack (John Reynolds, probably best known for being a dorky cop in the background of “Stranger Things”) and Su (Sunita Mani, the nonplussed girlfriend of the sign spinner in those Progressive commercials). Jack and Su are too modern to be married. Their directionless lives revolve around crummy jobs, mock vegan recipes, and staring at their phones constantly. Ask either of them where they see themselves in five years and you get a blank expression. They’re amiable enough … just doofs.
Well, here come pouffes for the doofs. The idiots decide to take a week away from life, completely “going off the grid” for the sake of their
relationship and, wouldn’t you know it? At that very moment, medium-size plush toys have come to conquer the planet Earth. Isn’t that always the case?
Save Yourselves! has a smattering of mild humor. Jack’s unconscious-night-panics are kind of funny and Su is equally believable as incompetent. It’s kinda like watching an Abbott and Costello film … if Abbott and Costello were useless hipsters. Again, this is stuff that entertained 10-year-old me. Aside from three or four sketches, Abbott and Costello don’t do it for me anymore, either.
Little Miss Muffet sat on on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
The tuffet attacked, got Miss on her back
And now this Muffet is buffet
Rated R, 93 Minutes
Directors: Alex Huston Fischer, Eleanor Wilson
Writers: Alex Huston Fischer, Eleanor Wilson
Genre: Silly
Type of being most likely to enjoy this film: Stoners
Type of being least likely to enjoy this film: The kind of people who solve problems with guns
