After so much hype and anticipation, it's a relief to discover that "Snakes on a Plane" actually is what we hoped it would
be: a really, really enjoyable bad movie. Of course, that begs the question: Can a movie be considered "bad" if it's really, really enjoyable? I say it depends on what the movie is trying to do. "Snakes on a Plane," as it happens, has no intention of being scary, or even believable. It wants only to offer broad, cheesy thrills, outlandish scenarios and cartoonish over-acting, to be a sort of parody of ridiculous disaster movies while also being a ridiculous disaster movie. In that regard, it's a success. It is a good movie masquerading as a bad movie masquerading as a good movie. It stars Samuel L. Jackson, as you know, and that's critical to its success, although confined to an airplane, Mr. L. Jackson isn't able to do much of his trademark butt-kicking. He is able to yell a lot, though, and to exude coolness at all times. When he finally declares, "I have had it with these m*****f****** snakes on this m*****f****** plane!," well, you know he's not kidding around.
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