Snakes on a plane… a review
How you enjoy this movie is totally dependant on what your mindset is going in.
Let’s take the beginning of the movie for example.
Sean Jones, a hip 20 something whips along a trail on his dirt bike and stops to cool off by drinking a Red Bull beneath the steamy canopy in the heart of the Hawaiian islands.
Who the hell drinks Red Bull to quench their thirst? Firstly I carry urine samples to the doctor with more liquid in it than a can of Red Bull, and secondly it’s liquefied speed.
The day I see an athlete pounding back an energy drink to slake a parched throat on a hot day is the day that cardiac arrest becomes an Olympic event.
Anyway, as he’s wiping his lips he witnesses a hideous murder involving gangster Eddie Kim, which freaks him out and he flees, making just enough noise so that the bad guys notice him.
Kim’s henchmen track him down to his apartment, but fortunately as they’re breaking down the front door, Neville Flynn (Sammy Jackson) sneaks in the back and saves the day.
If this were any other movie, I’d be asking how Sammy and the bad guys knew where to find Sean, and more importantly why anyone would waste the time drilling out a door lock when the patio door is wide open?
However, this is “Snakes on a Plane.”
You want those plot holes filled?
Snakes live in holes bitch.
Maybe you’d be happier watching a documentary on how they get wax paper to a supermarket in Bolivia.
Don’t bother me with details.
I could go into things like why Neville and Sean get onto a plane full of angry poisonous snakes, but quite honestly it’s like trying to justify how the pizza guy is managing to bang a room full of buxom cheerleaders in a porno.
Does anyone really care?
Let’s see that snake pizza boy!!
For the next two hours the movie is really about who lives and who dies.
There’s the Paris Hilton character with the Chihuahua (which is SO last month because everyone knows that kinkajous are in now), the stewardess who’s working her last shift before she goes to law school (even though she’s 46), the asshole British guy (French, German, or New Yorker would also suffice), the germaphobic Rap Star and his two fat bodyguards, the large breasted woman and her muscular boyfriend (can you say “mile high club”?), the obligatory 10 year old kid, and of course the young mother with her bite sized baby.
Other than that it’s a cast of faceless dozens whose bloated corpses will soon fill the aisles.
This movie is all about dying.
As each person shuffles off the mortal coil, it’s up to them to outdo the previous victim with a creative snake bite.
You really don’t want to be the guy who croaks by getting bit on the arm after the fat woman had her eye pulled out do you?
Pity the poor bastard who has been living in crappy apartment for the last 10 years hoping to score his big break in a movie and when the day finally comes, all he gets to do is flail his arm for 3 seconds before he runs into the drink cart.
Mom would be so proud… sniff.
Fortunately the makers of this film have the formula down to a science. They never take themselves seriously and the audience is more in the mood to laugh than they are to scream.
If you want to see a well made “B” film that will bookmark well beside “RoboCop” and “Tremors” then rush out and see this.
If you want to see a gripping edge of your seat thriller, then what the hell are you complaining about?
You just paid to see a movie called “Snakes on a Plane” you moron. What did you expect?