It’s a little known fact that “Snakes on a Plane” was the brainchild of a group of Hollywood writers’ drunken bet to see who could come up with the worst idea to pitch for a film. Seriously. It’s amazing what happens when things go viral. Well, the movie has finally arrived and the hype has died down. So, how was it?
If I was reviewing the film based on traditional film criticism it would probably get no more than a 3 / 10. However, that would be as stupid as a serious food critic going to McDonald’s to review the “Big Mac.” This movie doesn’t take itself seriously (Well, the characters act seriously, and that’s part of the humor) so it’s not meant to be criticized seriously either.
“Snakes on a Plane” stars Samuel L. Jackson as an FBI agent sent to protect a man who’s been witness to a mob hit. Jackson has to transfer the man to the United States to testify at a trial. The mob boss decides to attempt to knock off the witness, so he rigs a gigantic container full of the world’s deadliest snakes to open up once the plane reaches a certain altitude. The movie trods along at a slow and boring pace until the snakes get released; that’s where the fun begins. We have all the right characters on the plane. The gay male flight attendant, the black hip-hop star, the black comic relief, the annoying british guy, the pregnant mother, the couple who has sex, the kids, the first time flier, the thai kickboxer (?!?). Once the snakes get released it’s a “who’s going to get killed first” game, and it’s a hell of fun.
Highly Recommended.
+1 point for someone getting bitten on the penis.
9/10
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