“All praises to the PlayStation!”
Snakes on a Plane has kind of a weird place in the zeitgeist. No one you know has seen it (except for me), but everyone knows that Samuel L. Jackson is in it and has some choice words to say about the eponymous reptiles within the eponymous location. The movie opens with this really nice montage of Honolulu, which if you didn’t know that the title of the movie was Snakes on a Plane, you’d probably think that the movie was some cheap romcom on the beach. Instead, it’s some cheap action flick about snakes on a plane–and by God, does Samuel L. Jackson work for his money. If you ever wanted to know his thoughts on having snakes on planes, you probably ought to watch the part where he says that he’s had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane. I should mention that the snakes do not show up for a full 28 minutes. This makes the first 27 minutes of the movie very uninteresting. The snakes don’t even become a huge problem until like 40 minutes in. This movie feels like a parody. I don’t know what it’s parodying, but when you’ve got an action thriller led by Jackson and supported by the likes of Kenan Thompson and Bobby Cannavale, it’s hard to not seem like it’s not meant to be taken seriously. One of the initial victims gets his dick bitten off, and another pair is trying to join the mile high club when they get attacked by snakes. The script is not that good, but I don’t know what I expected. The main villain is maybe the most one-dimensional I’ve seen in a hot minute. They mange to land because Kenan Thompson used to do flight simulators as a kid. The best part of the movie is when one of the passenger tries to feed a chihuahua Xanax. Unfortunately, that chihuahua later gets chucked into a boa constrictor, by a guy who immediately gets boa constricted himself. Overall, this feels like it was made 15 or 20 years too late. 5/10
“All praises to the PlayStation!”
Snakes on a Plane has kind of a weird place in the zeitgeist. No one you know has seen it (except for me), but everyone knows that Samuel L. Jackson is in it and has some choice words to say about the eponymous reptiles within the eponymous location. The movie opens with this really nice montage of Honolulu, which if you didn’t know that the title of the movie was Snakes on a Plane, you’d probably think that the movie was some cheap romcom on the beach. Instead, it’s some cheap action flick about snakes on a plane–and by God, does Samuel L. Jackson work for his money. If you ever wanted to know his thoughts on having snakes on planes, you probably ought to watch the part where he says that he’s had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane. I should mention that the snakes do not show up for a full 28 minutes. This makes the first 27 minutes of the movie very uninteresting. The snakes don’t even become a huge problem until like 40 minutes in. This movie feels like a parody. I don’t know what it’s parodying, but when you’ve got an action thriller led by Jackson and supported by the likes of Kenan Thompson and Bobby Cannavale, it’s hard to not seem like it’s not meant to be taken seriously. One of the initial victims gets his dick bitten off, and another pair is trying to join the mile high club when they get attacked by snakes. The script is not that good, but I don’t know what I expected. The main villain is maybe the most one-dimensional I’ve seen in a hot minute. They mange to land because Kenan Thompson used to do flight simulators as a kid. The best part of the movie is when one of the passenger tries to feed a chihuahua Xanax. Unfortunately, that chihuahua later gets chucked into a boa constrictor, by a guy who immediately gets boa constricted himself. Overall, this feels like it was made 15 or 20 years too late. 5/10
