The internet is a power thing. It can suck you away from your real life, make you buy a million things you don’t need, turn you into a bully, a victim and cause you to gang up on total strangers for completely unnecessary reasons.
I said unncessary reasons...
Snakes on a Plane, starring Samuel L. Jackson, is about well….Snakes….erm….on a Plane. Ok, there is some back story, after all action doesn’t follow Mr. Jackson around hoping he’d shout “motherfucker” at it. When Sean Jones witnesses gangster Eddie Kim murder a man, he has to go into witness protection as he is the only one prepared to testify. Being transported to Los Angeles by FBI Agents Neville Flynn (Samuel L. Jackson) and John Sanders, everything looks like it is coming together nicely. Until Kim releases hundreds of deadly snakes on to the plane.
Somewhere out there, there is a bad porno of this film.
If you thought Action movies weren’t outrageous enough, Snakes On The Plane pushes the boundaries of disbelief. It’s literally snakes, on a plane. You just have to say the title and you’re already in the land of bad movies. It is the stuff of B Movies. Snakes on the Plane throws enough bad elements in and mixes it up with internet humour. So when you get lines like “oh great, snakes on crack,” you aren’t really clamouring for that Oscar win. The acting is so over hammed that you wouldn’t be mistaken for thinking that the actors weren’t on crack. The CGI Snakes look fake, despite them using over 450 real ones and the deaths are so over the top that you can’t help feel a bit sorry for the extra being made to flail. You just can’t take it seriously…
Because it doesn’t take itself seriously. Snakes on a Plane never came into our lives hoping to be respected and renowned. It burst onto our screens with energy, colour and a cranked up Samuel L. Jackson just asking to be loved. And boy do we love it. This element of fun means we can enjoy the hammed up acting, the over the top deaths and the crazy one liners because that is how we want it to be. With every quip and every death, there is an audience, fist pumping the air out of glee. At the end of the day, it is Samuel L. Jackson killing snakes on a motherfucking plane and that is all we want from it.
Who said every movie we watch has to be serious? Who said there has to be a shocking plot twist? Who said we have to pick our brains over metaphors?
By the way, Snakes on a Plane is an allegory for Adam and Eve...