Snakes On A Plane

All hell is about to break loose over the Pacific Ocean. An assassin has unleashed hundreds of venomous snakes on a flight from Hawaii to LA in order to off a federal witness (Phillips) due to testify in a murder trial. But luckily, Federal Agent Flynn (Jackson) has also boarded the flight intent on keeping his witness alive, and he's not about to take any crap from some m*****f***in' snakes. If there was an award for movie titles describing their plot, Snakes on A Plane would probably win. Here is a movie that does exactly what it says on the tin. Snakes are in fact on a plane and they bite people. Sam Jackson, is pretty much Sam Jackson (are you gonna argue?) and there's some blatant gratuitous nudity. Think of the worst possible areas of your body that could get bitten by a snake - men and women - and I'll be damned if the nasty little swines don't oblige! To many people (including me) the only thing worse than a bad movie is a pretentious one. Refreshingly, we have a film that wears what it is (tongue-in-cheek horror comedy); firmly on its rolled-up sleeve. New Line (studio behind the flick) essentially lowered peoples expectations by titling the film SOAP, so all they had to do in return was deliver what that inspired title promised - i.e. gore, nudity and Jackson being the badass that he undoubtedly is - and they had a hit. Switch your brain off, munch down on some popcorn, take a sip of your carbonated fizzy drink and shut your mouth, Sam's talking.