
Snakes on a Plane: a totally ironic and yet kinda not movie review
A superb contemporary example of cinema du serpent, wittily harkening back to its thematic progenitors, but it is a marvelous achievement in its own right, too…

A superb contemporary example of cinema du serpent, wittily harkening back to its thematic progenitors, but it is a marvelous achievement in its own right, too…
There is magic here, and I don’t mean merely the magic of stage conjurers, like the character this wonderfully mysterious and dreamy film turns on. There is movie magic, of the type that reminds you why you fell in love with movies in the first place.

Almost like a forgotten relic of the late 70s, early 80s, when even summer comedies came with a touch of social commentary and a bit of class consciousness — when they ate the rich instead of aspiring to be one of them.
Missing the heat wave? Hating this beautiful and temperate summer weather? These movies will get you all hot and bothered…
It’s such a warm and pleasant and human and *humanist* little film that it seems a tad rude to suggest that *Quinceañera* isn’t all it needs to be in order to be a film worthy of wholehearted praise and recommendation.
Who would you cast in the upcoming movie version of the new horror novel?
I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard — I’m talking soda-comin’-out-my-nose-hard laughter. A lot of it was the laughter of surprise, of the I-canNOT-believe-they-just-did-that kind.
Come meet me at Worldcon in Southern California later this month.
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…