Snakes on a Plane(Otherwise, SOAP) was such a thriller I couldnt stop laughing and freaking myself out at the same time.

 

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Snakes on a Plane famously wasn't shown to critics before opening day. Something to do with letting the fans see it first, allowing them to enjoy a purer moviegoing experience, blah blah blah.

 

The hype for this movie was amazing. At the first advertisement seen on television, people started making movie poster spoofs(see above image) and such, created random paraphanalia, and just worked the movie up to be extremely great, which it is.

 

Samuel L. Jackson stars as FBI Agent Nevill Flynn, and is escorting Sean Jones(Nathan Phillips) back to Los Angeles to testify against the all classical mobster famous rich asshole(Eddie), after witnessing him murder someone.

 

So Eddie and his far-flung armada of thugs arrange to have hundreds of exotic, deadly snakes packaged up in cargo upon this particular flight - but not too securely - because, you know, an assassin couldn't just bring a gun on board and shoot the guy. An assassin couldn't even bring his own bottle of water on board if he were thirsty.

 

 And that's part of what makes Snakes on a Plane so unexpectedly quaint. Air travel isn't the most entertaining topic these days, and it hasn't been for a long time. The film makes no political statements in that regard, though; the passengers just get on board, returning from their Hawaiian honeymoons or whatever, blissfully unaware of any potential danger. Then when the snakes come slithering down the aisles, through the bathrooms and into the cockpit, feasting on anyone in their path, it's dazzling and heart-pounding and - dare we say it? - fun.

 

Among the people in the path of these venomous creatures are Julianna Margulies as a flight attendant on her last trip (of course), Flex Alexander as a rapper with OCD, Rachel Blanchard as a high-maintenance blonde with a lap dog, and David Koechner as the good ol' boy pilot who's a sexual harassment lawsuit just waiting to happen.

Leading them all to safety is Jackson, who by now has honed this type of performance to both a science and an art. He makes it look so effortless as he jabs a cobra with a wine-bottle shard or spouts off some tough-talk one-liners, it's as if he isn't even acting.

When there's nobody left to fly the plane, he's the guy you want at the controls.

Snakes on a Plane, a New Line Cinema release, is rated R for language, a scene of sexuality and drug use, and intense sequences of terror and violence.

 

The movie was about 105 minutes long, and get's 4 and a half stars in my opinion.

 

Oh yea, the theatre let two underagers in to see Snakes On A Plane, just goes to show that Ratings mean Jack-Shit.