Snakes On A Plane

[Now Experiencing] [Film]

I paid $8.50 for a ticket. My expectations were below zero. I got every last dollar's worth of enjoyment, and my expectations were wildly exceeded.

A group of us saw Snakes On A Plane tonight (including Matt, Julia, April, Lisa, Sharon, and some other people who don't have blogs and therefore aren't entitled to vote in federal elections). The cinema was mostly empty, despite it being Australian opening night, and the only other people there were another large group.

Here is the correct way to experience Snakes On A Plane:

• Every time a horrible product placement occurs, cheer loudly (look out for Red Bull, Mountain Dew, and the PlayStation 2).
• When Samuel L Jackson first appears, shout "Muthafucka!"
• When the plane first appears, shout "Plane!"
• When the countdown to snakes appears, shout "3! 2! 1! Snakes!"
• Cheer loudly whenever someone says a quoteworthy line.
• Cheer even louder once Mr Jackson has had enough of the muthafuckin snakes on the muthafuckin plane.
• Over the movie's climax, chant "Troy! Troy! Troy!" followed by cheering when Troy saves the day.

I'll thank Lisa for pointing out that as far as pacing, structure, plot, genre, and direction go, this movie could just as easily have been Zombies On A Plane, which would have been just as good a movie. No, really, watch it and tell us if we're wrong. At the very least, it would make a tasteful and believable sequel.

So, having considered every relevant aspect of the movie in the paragraphs above, I recommend Snakes On A Plane as fun for the whole family, assuming your family are amused by gratuitous nudity and people being bitten in the eyeballs by snakes.