the original ‘Snakes on a Plane’
There’s a big snake in the plane, Jock!
There’s a big snake in the plane, Jock!
You embrace this film wholeheartedly, because after it gets the initial smacks of satire out of the way, it becomes genuinely heartfelt, full of raw emotional power in a way that isn’t about satire…
A graphic novel come to life in a way so hypnotic that you’ll find yourself daydreaming about its shadowy imagery and rebellious attitude…
Completely vulgar and totally without any redeeming value whatsoever and very, very funny in a thoroughly NC-17 kind of way…
And it’s not because of the chainsaw or the chin. Or at least not entirely.

It may sound bizarre to say that a film about women under threat of vicious, violent death is a triumph of feminism, but there we are…
It’s stylish and classy and beautifully acted but it so disappoints in the end…
I simply cannot get past the male-cows-with-udders thing. It’s weird. Not a good weird, the kind of weird you want outta yer typical wacky animated movie. It’s an uncomfortable weird.
It’s like being at the world’s (unintentionally) scariest ever tea party… or maybe the funniest.
It all comes down to whether you find Jerri Blank sad or funny or a little of both.