Dang, I didn't realize how much pressure I would get to write a review of the best movie of 2006. Errr, well, now that Snakes on a Plane has faded silently into the past, I'll say a few things about it. First of all, I found the movie more entertaining than watching a hotdog eating contest but less entertaining than watching lesbians at a pool party. In other words, it was good.
I've been warned about having expectations, and what I expected was a good, clean, non-scary family movie involving some family pets getting loose and exploring an airplane, like one of those zany Pixar movies. Well it was kind of the opposite of that. In other words, if you're still planning on seeing this movie, go with the guys and not that girl you've been trying to impress with your endless knowledge of quotes from Office Space.
But if you want to see Snakes on a Plane, get to the theater and see it. It's one of those movies that just doesn't translate well to a home setting. Much of the fun was in the atmosphere of a hundred other people eager to experience the beginning of the next cult classic movie.
It seemed like the whole of the movie theater was in on the Internet jokes surrounding the movie. When Samuel L. Jackson started into his typecast line "I'm sick of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!" the audience ramped from a gentle applause to a roaring ovation by the time he finished speaking. It was almost as if they had never heard the guy say motherfucker before.