Snakes on a Plane Movie Review
Here I am on vacation, experiencing a lovely visit to the Four Seasons on Maui. The room is expensive, the hotel luxurious, the water warm, and what am I doing? Watching Snakes on a Plane in my hotel room.
Yes, while there are beautiful young women wandering the beaches searching for the perfect man (or if desperate any man), I am sitting on my bed watching the B-grade cult classic starring Samuel L. Jackson, with my roommate... who is on his own bed, by the way. When in reality there are very few beautiful young women wandering the beaches looking for a man (it's the off-season and I'm at a hotel few single girls my age can afford), I take comfort in watching Samuel L. trying to protect a federal witness from a plane full of horny, venemous snakes. There's not much more to the plot than that - a young man witnesses a prosecutor's murder at the hands of an evil drug boss, and the drug boss, in one of the weirder attempts to end a witness's life, unleashes a crate full of venemous snakes onto an airplane.
Snakes on a Plane features such B-grade deaths as a young woman, who is in the process of joining the mile high club in the lavoratory, getting a snake attached via fangs to one of her nipples, a man whose own personal "snake" gettting attacked by a snake, a sleazy doctor becoming consumed by a giant anaconda (how did that snake get into the main cabin?), and so on and so forth.
Though this movie is one of the dumbest concepts to ever grace the silver screen, it is for exactly that reason that it succeeds so well. Despite its absurdity, the movie works surprisingly well. The snakes' aggressiveness is simply explained with a hormone imbalance, and even the reasoning behind unleashing the snakes on the plane in the first place is made fun of. And while I first questioned why Samuel L. would ever want to be involved with such a project, after hearing his dialogue I don't blame him in the least. When you hear his completely out-of-place yet just-right one-liner near the end of the film, you'll know what I mean.
Snakes on a Plane is a fun, biting good time. It has everything a good B-grade movie needs, from sex and nudity to gruesome deaths to Paris Hilton's dog getting eaten by an Anaconda, and, of course, snakes on a plane. Even if you thought this movie was going to suck yet at the same time was just a slight bit curious, you will not be disappointed.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.