Those Snake Island Kids by Jon B. Tucker

1 rule of using strange restrooms: check the toilet bowl.

Not long after the seatbelt lights turn off, the rubber, computer-generated and (several hundred) live snakes slither into the main cabin, where they proceed to sink fangs into faces, necks, limbs, torsos, one bared and bountiful female breast and the unseen organ of a male passenger who forgets the No. There are several different ways to die from an encounter with a snake, and this film has them all. agent named Neville Flynn, spins the setup rather more memorably, “Great, snakes on crack.” Jackson’s character, a tough-talking-and-walking F.B.I. Made on the cheap, the film is a self-conscious throwback to disaster flicks of the 1970’s, like “Airport” and “Earthquake,” in which small groups of people unite against adversity or, in this case, a plane full of poisonous snakes hopped up on pheromones. Jackson spewing pearls of profanity it’s also a solid, B-movie-style entertainment crammed with “Boos!” and lightly scented with a whiff of social metaphor. Jackson.Īs it happens, “Snakes on a Plane” isn’t just about rubber reptiles and Mr. The film was not screened in advance for critics, which makes sense not only because the entertainment media are always happy to push films sight unseen (even Jon Stewart shilled for it), but also because all anyone really needs to know about this amusingly crude, honestly satisfying artifact is snakes + plane + Samuel L.

Hype meets bite in “Snakes on a Plane,” which arrived in theaters yesterday, borne aloft by a savvy publicity blitzkrieg and the enthusiasm of Internet film geeks who embraced its old-school exploitation title.

Those Snake Island Kids by Jon B. Tucker