Actually, it sounds more like high humor.
Snakes on a Plane is in the theaters.
I may be afraid of snakes, but I feel strongly drawn to see this snake fest, so much so thatI may not be able to wait for it to come out on Netflix.
Sounds like one of those movies that presents a cast of unpleasant characters, then kills them off in delicious ways (all snake related). Sort of like a typical Carl Hiaasen novel. And then all the snakes have to be vanquished.
The action takes place on a red-eye from Honolulu to L.A., so the plane can't land. Samuel L. Jackson is an FBI agent protectin a witness. The crime boss he witnessed figures to do away with the witness on the flight. Never mind the planeload of collateral damage he is inflicting.
The movie has gotten a strong word-of-mouth headwind, despite not being made available to critics for previewing. But the review in today's paper says it's incredibly cheesy--wooden acting, bland characters and and even characterless snakes, but concludes that it is satisfying and delivers on its promises. Sounds good to me.
Apparently Jackson's best line in the movie is "Sporks?" I don't know the context, but I'd bet they are the only weapons available to him to combat the reptiles.
Can't hardly wait to see it.
[Pocket card compliments of Snakes on a Blog]
Too crazy. I heard that if you are going to see it you should do it soon while the audiences are still hooting, hollering and clapping.
Posted by: Joan | August 22, 2006 at 07:39 AM