Snakes on a Plane

When you have the highest level of internet buzz in movie history plus a cut-to-the-chase title like Snakes On A Plane the only real question to ask is: do these snakes deliver? Do they ever! Combining the DNA of at least half a dozen airline disaster flicks with an Anaconda style twist, SOAP may be saddled with ludicrous dialogue but it's got more action-packed fun than just about any other movie seen this summer. This sucker really works! In other words, welcome to the season's number one guilty pleasure. Once those slithery killers start looking for a bite to eat at about the 30-minute point, the thing takes off and moves at supersonic speed. Samuel L. Jackson, slumming in a B Picture for a change, is an FBI agent assigned to act as an airplane escort for a key government witness testifying against a major crime figure. The criminal cleverly stocked the jet with venomous snakes just to make the skies a little less friendly. Clearly SOAP does not take itself seriously for one nanosecond, planting it's serpentine tongue firmly in cheeks along with several other places ripe for attack like eye sockets, mouths, up dresses, in ears and (gleefully earning it's R rating) in the bathroom where a couple trying to join the mile high club are painfully interrupted and a poor guy just trying to relieve himself suddenly finds his key peeing appendage rudely swiped by a toilet dwelling python! And all of that is just for starters. Acting is generally of the "Oh my God , we're all gonna die" school but Jackson earns loud cheers when he gets to utter the instantly classic line: "Enough is enough! I have had it with those mother-fucking snakes on this mother-fucking plane!" Not us. We're looking forward to the inevitable sequel, Tarantulas In A Toyota.