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Wednesday, August 16, 2006Snakes, Plane, Blah Blah Blah
So I'm doing the dishes just now, watching last night's Daily Show. They've got Samuel L. Jackson on and they show a clip from Snakes on a Plane.
I've got to say, I don't want to see this movie. I don't want to see it because I'm sure that it's got a lot of lame-ass acting. It's directed by the guy who did Final Destination 2, so I'm fairly certain I'm not going to be wowed by the cinematic artistry. I know without even reading much about it that I would be annoyed by what's certain to be a weak and contrived plot. The only way I could love this movie would be if the opening credits finish, we do a close-up of Samuel L. Jackson, he yells, "I'm sick of these motherfuckin' snakes on this motherfuckin' plane!" and the screen fades to black. If the entirety of the movie was that one line, I'd have to argue that it would be one of the most brilliant films of all time. I would actually pay full price if that was the movie. It probably isn't, though.
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