Review: Snakes on a Plane

Snakes. On a plane.

Snakes on a plane!

MOTHER-EFFING SNAKES on a MOTHER-EFFING PLANE!!

This may be the best bad movie ever. Ever!

Snakes on a Plane is exactly what it says. Snakes... on a plane. Starring Samuel L. Jackson as, well, Samuel L. Jackson. You know exactly what's coming every single moment, and you still jump, because: Snakes! On a plane!

You can't rate this movie on a conventional scale. It's pure, cheesy mindless fun, and you can't describe that with stars or thumbs. You got an issue with knowing what's going to happen when you're watching a movie? Go see The Illusionist or something. You'll have plenty of room to spread out. The rest of us who'd normally be all over that sort of movie? We're in the next theater over, giggling and screaming and applauding every single snake we see, because sometimes it's fun. If you can't hear anything because of the noise, it's because Samuel L. Jackson has just declared, "Enough is ENOUGH," and we all know the line that's coming next.

Because it's MOTHER-EFFING SNAKES on a MOTHER-EFFING PLANE.

And I'm so going again.

WHEEEEEE!!!