Just finished watching Snakes on a Plane. It falls squarely into that category of movies called "Awesomely Bad." The plot is so patently ridiculous--I mean, c'mon, using snakes to do the dirty work?--that you can't help but sit back and enjoy the conceit of the film.
I think it really only works at all because of the awesomeness that is Samuel L. Jackson. Seriously, no one else could've pulled off that role. I think it's the power of his mustache.
Seriously, it's a groovy mustache that would've fit into a 1970s cop flick.
So yeah, Snakes on a Plane. What can you really say? There were snakes. They were on a plane. Samuel L. Jackson killed them with various weapons, including a depressurized cabin in the airplane. And he had some great one liners.
~chuck
Song of the Moment: totally not the stupid-ass song they played at the end of the movie. God, that song sucked.
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