Adam CR wrote:Any movie based entirely on marketing, to the extent that scenes were re-shot to satisfy (amongst other things) the audiences requests for more nudity gets a firm CRAP from me.

If this was an independant film you'd be right on. This is a Hollywood action flick, there's no art involved, no underlying message, every second of this film meant to be a crowd pleaser and I was very fucking pleased by it.

It's like the whole internet is a test-audience, which is cool because why should just a few dozen people get to be the test audience?


Not Crap. Best film ever. Second only to Die Hard.

Our glorious Snakes On A Plane Weekend

I get off work friday a little bit too late to see the 7 pm showing, so rachael and I decide to see it later. We go have dinner at this Mexican joint across the street from the airport that everyone says is awesome even though it looks crappy from the outside. Holy shit, that is some of the best Mexican food i have ever had. Yummy yummy yummy. After Rachael dear and I drink some Tequila we decide to go see a friend who is doing sound for some bands playing a strip club called "Heartbreakers".
The bands sure "rocked" with their baseball caps on their heads. The priceless quote has to be something Rachael heard in the bathroom. One of the bands is called "Sketchy". I guess the lead singer goes by the name Sketch. He was one of the cool ball cap wearing band members. So, Racheal hears these two gals talking

#1 " I have some really cool pictures of Sketch without his baseball cap on"

#2 " wow, that so cool"

#3 "but Sketch just isn't Sketch without the baseball cap on"

Yuck!!!!!!!!!!! They suck!

In the morning we wake up hungover and drive two hours to Baraboo Wisc. to take a canoe down the Baraboo river. Holy heavens was that a wonderfull little trip. There was not another soul on the whole river. Well, except for turtles, and we saw a zillion of them. What a nice lazy way to spend 3-4 hours. The water was low in some places, so i had to get out and help the canoe along, and the water was surprisingly warm. We want to go back when the river is high and cold rock the rapids.

On the way back, I stop at the Lake Mills qwik mart, grab a sixer of pale ale and ride dirty the rest of the way while rachael reads with help from the map light and drinks Beam straight from the bottle. I surprise her and pull off in Delafield? to a movie theatre i know is there. She is one happy bumble bee as she sees the theatre and knows we will see the great "Snakes On The Plane" movie. She runs in, and comes back. We have an hour till it starts at 10.


So, we pull to the end of the lot, she reads/drinks Beam, i channel surf crappy milwaukee radio, drink pale ale, and read gear porn catalogs.

Ahhhhhh, 10 pm. Snakes On A Plane!!!!!!

Priceless.

Pure cinema gold.

Snake vision!!!!!!!

When that dude chucks that ankle biter at that big ass snake and then gets eaten by that motherfucker i was rollin'.

Motherfuckin' snakes on the motherfuckin' plane!!!!!!!!

I found the movie to have many genuinely scary moments, some genuinely funny moments and hot snake-on-snake action. If it had just been camp, it wouldn't have worked.

I HATED certain parts, such as when a snake bit a woman's nipple and a snake attacked a man's penis (get it? Get it? Trouser snake! Ha! Ha ha! Please, Lord, kill me now). For fuck's sake, people.

I loved the snake-eye camera work and the redemption of some of the characters through time.

I loved that I was actually startled and scared, and that the gore made me half-shield my eyes. You know. While I was crouching on my seat. JHC.

Bump.

Has anyone watched SOAP twice?

I was giddy with excitement when I watched it at the cinema and it was exactly what I'd hoped it'd be.

Now I have a copy on dvd and I'm scared to watch it. Maybe it won't be the same movie we'd all been anticipating for a year. Maybe I should leave it as a wonderful memory.

Also, someone bought me Snakes on a train for Christmas which I don't think I'll ever watch.