Yes I saw it. Not only did I see it, but I saw it opening night.
It was a wonderful B movie.
Oh darling Samuel L. Jackson (they had the foresight to run the promo for his next movie, which looks equally absurd, before the show) I have been your adoring accolyte since first I watched The Long Kiss Goodnight.
Jackson was undoubtedly the star of the show, and EVERYONE knew it at all times.
If you are the least bit upset by gross stuff (people getting bit in the eye, and other places you probably don't want to think about) you should probably skip the first 45 minutes. Don't worry, you won't really miss anything.
Snakes on a Plane pulls no punches. You think it might not go there, but it does. I don't know if revealling painfully obvious plot is a **spoiler** but if it is, you've been warned... read no further.
Yes indeed. Mid coital snakebites, the truly unlikeable characters getting bitten (well mostly( penile snakebites, snakes up a skirt, pythons, king cobras, young kids, Keenan from Keenan and Kel/ All That (or maybe it was Kel? I'm pretty sure it was Keenan). As soon as the snakes are released (within the first twenty minutes, under an AMAZINGLY absurd premise) I realized "Oh My God. Will I have to sit through an hour and a half of people screaming like this? Cause if so I will probably leave" When it turns out that the movie is not in fact an hour and a half of people screaming and running in a panic around a plane the movie gets much better, because you've had a glimpse of what it *could* have been.
And besides. Did I mention I've loved Samuel L. Jackson (who should probably be knighted, because his name would sound SO COOL as Sir Samuel L. Jackson) since I was thirteen? Yeah. I have.
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