There’s a version of Mayday that takes itself very seriously.

I’m glad they didn’t make that one.

Mayday figures out fairly quickly that Reynolds and Branagh are more interesting together than whatever geopolitical tension is happening around them, and it leans into it.

Good decision.

Ryan Reynolds plays a U.S. Navy pilot sent on a secret Cold War mission that goes very wrong, leaving him stranded behind enemy lines. His best chance of getting home comes from an ex-KGB agent played by Kenneth Branagh.

Reynolds does what Reynolds does. He talks. A lot. He jokes when he probably shouldn’t. He has that slightly panicked confidence that somehow makes it seem completely reasonable that he might talk his way out of something that should probably get him killed.

Branagh is the counterweight.

He’s older, calmer and considerably less impressed with Reynolds than Reynolds is with himself.

It works.

And that relationship is really the movie.

Reynolds and Branagh are an odd pairing, which is probably why they’re so much fun together. They’re not supposed to trust each other. They don’t particularly understand each other. And yet they’re stuck in a situation where working together becomes considerably preferable to the alternatives.

None of this is especially complicated. That’s also part of the appeal.

This isn’t the kind of movie that generates much discussion afterward.

But that’s okay.

Sometimes you just want two entertaining actors, a decent setup, some action and enough humor to keep things moving.

And Mayday gives you exactly that.