The best movies can transport you somewhere else, somewhere new and daring, adventurous, somewhere you’ve never been. But sometimes, the worst movies can do that to you as well; movies that reach into the mind and poison it, leaving you a hapless vegetable floating in a vat of spoilt perfume. This weekend’s R.I.P.D. is one of those movies. Your brain will shut off involuntarily. The world will seem far away. And the movie will contact you on another plane, in a distant voice screaming, “Quit. Just quit.” Surreally, this picture is an industry-wide call for help, an acknowledgement that sometimes $100 million really isn’t burning a hole through your pocket.