Snakes On A Plane

DO NOT SEE THIS MOVIE. Seriously. Now, i'm a fan of Samuel Jackson - he's great at being that guy that he always is.

But this isn't a movie that simply treats you like you need a vacation from any semblance of cohesive thought (like MI3, for example) - this is a movie that takes your money, and then asks you to give Eric Cartman's Theory of Interorectal Digestion a try (this is where you shove food up your ass, digest it in reverse, and then poop out your mouth).

The premise? Some guy sees some bad-guy murder some guy. Then Jackson comes in and saves the guy getting killed by the guy because the bad-guy was able to track him down after he saw him kill the guy. They get on a plane to LA. The bad-guy has put snakes on the plane. Through some scientific trickery, the snakes are let loose and put into a killing frenzy due to excessive exposure to female snake pheromones.

Now, I haven't made an action-movie (in fact, i've never made a movie save for some short crap.. well, one of which was action-ish but.. i digress) so i'm not exactly speaking from a position of power here - but having been subjected to 2 hours of these Snakes On A Plane in this Snakes On A Plane movie, i'd like to send out the following message to the film-makers:

FUCK YOU.