Snakes on a Plane

last updated 8 January 2015

If you have any interest at all in seeing Snakes on a Plane, don't wait for the DVD, said Stephanie Zacharek in Salon.com. See it on a Friday night, with the biggest, youngest, loudest audience you can find. 'œBecause while Snakes on a Plane barely stands up as a movie, it definitely qualifies as an event.' The quality of the picture matters little—the fun of it comes from giggling with a crowd of the same immature cheese-ophiles who wrote haikus, Photoshopped fake posters, and blogged furiously in anticipation of the film with the most brilliant title in recent memory. Our hero, as the fanatics well know, is Samuel L. Jackson as FBI agent Neville Flynn, said Ty Burr in The Boston Globe. Flynn is escorting a murder witness on a flight from Hawaii to L.A., unaware that a mob boss has planted hundreds of asps, vipers, boa constrictors, and cobras in the cargo hold. 'œJackson is the man, and he bestrides this film with the authority of someone who knows the value of honest bilge.' The foul language flows as his fellow passengers are killed off by bites on necks, exposed breasts, and genitals. It's B-movie heaven, said Kyle Smith in the New York Post. 'œYou'll have to wait most of the movie before [Jackson] delivers the motherf---ing line of the summer, but when he does, you'll be proud to be an American.'

Rating: R