| Bilgi :The title. It's got to be that deliciously
kitschy title—well, that in conjunction with the star presence
of Samuel L. Jackson. How else to explain why Snakes on a
Plane has built the sort of summer movie buzz typically
associated with Star Wars and The Lord of the
Rings? Giddy filmgoers on opening night (Thursday at 10
p.m.) were yelling "Snakes on a plane!" back and forth across
the theater to each other with whooping applause, as if this
was the must-see movie event of the year.
Not since 1999's The Blair Witch
Project has the Internet played such an instrumental role
in building hype for a movie so overly shrouded in mystery.
Online resources were made available for fans to build
websites. Voice mail technology allowed people to send
"personalized" invitations from Jackson to their friends. Yet
the film wasn't pre-screened to critics, and while commercials
declare, "Everything you've heard is true," online research
only yields a title, an actor, some images, minimal plot
points, and a whole lot of speculation. So just what is
this thing exactly?
 Samuel L. Jackson stars as
Neville Flynn, with a bit of a problem on his
hands
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The title sums up the premise. Jackson is
Nelville Flynn, a no-nonsense FBI agent who takes young
slacker Sean Jones (Nathan Phillips) into his protective
custody after he witnesses a murder at the hands of a
notorious crime boss in Hawaii. They've got to fly to Los
Angeles to testify, but that isn't going to be so easy since
the bad guys have placed a time-released crate in the cargo
hold. Inside, more than 400 venomous snakes of all species,
shapes, and sizes … driven crazy by pheromones sprayed on the
leis given to everyone boarding the aircraft. "Accidents
happen," sneers the villainous boss.
Nightmarish stuff, particularly for anyone
afraid of snakes, flying, and irritating passengers. But never
fear, Flynn's in control, leading the initial survivors to
what seem to be safe havens onboard the multi-leveled
aircraft. However, if we learned nothing else from 2005's
Flightplan, there are plenty of nooks and crannies to
lose a kid, so imagine the places a snake can hide before
popping out for a deadly strike. And since guns are supposedly
a no-no in a pressurized cabin shooting through the skies,
some creative improvisation is required to come up with clever
ways to dispose of the renegade reptiles.
A simple enough survival tale for such a
ridiculously high concept, and its success or failure almost
completely depends on tone. Is this a horrific When Animals
Attack thriller, a cornball throwback to '70s disaster
movies, or a campy tribute to the action films of the '80s?
Why all three, of course.
 Julianna Margulies, as Claire
Miller, hasn't seen so many medical emergencies since
'ER'
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For sure, the plot is teeming with clichés,
the dialogue often atrocious, but it's all intentionally so.
As mindless and ridiculous as much of the movie is, it takes a
special kind of talent (if that's the right word) to rely on
conventions and strike a balance between thrills and laughs.
Snakes isn't entirely self-knowing to be a full-on
parody like Airplane!, nor does it take itself
seriously enough to be a horror film. Instead, like some
practiced cover band enjoyably going through all the notes and
riffs, this movie gives audiences exactly what they expect
from the title, conditioned by similarly hackneyed classics
such as Airport, Lethal Weapon, Gremlins,
and Speed. It's a real-life McBain movie as
shown on The Simpsons.
Said differently, the originality may be in
the premise, but the fun is in the familiarity of the
execution. This is the sort of movie you chuckle over
knowingly when characters at the start talking about their
post-flight retirement plans. The sort of flick where you
begin to predict which characters live and die based on good
behavior vs. sinful indiscretions. The sort of film that
benefits from a euphoric audience of screen talkers yelling,
"No, don't open that lavatory!" and "You show those $!%@*
snakes, Sam!"
 We don't think Maria (Elsa
Pataky) is crying out for a barf bag
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Predictable, yes, but director David R. Ellis
(a former stunt coordinator) demonstrated with the similarly
playful Cellular in 2004 that he knows how to stage an
effective pulpy thriller. He offers plenty of jumps and
genuinely creepy crawly scares, even if the snakes are CGI
creations 90 percent of the time. And by upping the rating to
an R at the prodding of Jackson and the movie studio, he also
offers a series of shocking sight gags that involve snakes
striking just about every body part imaginable. We feel fright
and revulsion from seeing the quick effects of venom on the
body, but we're also laughing from the crazy setups involved
for the snake attacks.
High praise goes to Jackson for committing
fully to the movie. In a sense, he's Harrison Ford to a new
generation, giving his all to elevate a two-dimensional action
hero by playing his usual cool mannered, hard-boiled,
short-tempered self to the hilt. They may as well have called
this Shaft on a Plane.
And the large supporting cast similarly knows
their place, making the most out of their caricatures. Some
are familiar, like the kind and collected flight attendant,
the smug and self-serving businessman, and the young mother
screaming, "My baby!" But others are funny modern day twists,
such as the germ-phobic hip-hop star with his posse, the Paris
Hilton look-alike with the little dog that's begging to be a
snake snack, and the sexually ambiguous flight attendant who
may or may not be what he claims to be.
 One of the REAL stars of the
show, a gaboon viper
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I said success almost depends entirely
on tone, and thank goodness this movie knows enough to have
fun with the audience, but environment certainly plays a part
too. Snakes is the kind of popcorn flick you want to
watch in a crowded theater, or at home with a group of friends
while making Mystery Science Theater 3000-styled
remarks. It's not the sort of thing enjoyed all alone for its
artistic merits. The pacing is skillfully executed, but it's
familiar B-movie territory that goes over-the-top with
intentionally gratuitous scenes played for laughs and shock
value.
Snakes on a Plane truly is an
oddity—one of the best bad movies ever made. It's certainly
not a first-rate thriller like The Birds or
Jaws, nor is it trying to be. Rather, this is a loving
tribute and quasi-parody of B-movie conventions, much like
Gremlins and Arachnophobia, though it is
unquestionably more adult and vulgar than those movies, to the
thrill of some and the chagrin of others. Does adherence to a
particular style make for a good movie when that style was
never good to begin with? Hey, it worked for Airplane!,
so perhaps it's not just tone and environment that matter, but
also individual tastes and expectations. Make no mistake, this
movie is trash, but it's meant to be, and I'd be lying if I
said it wasn't also a lot of fun. |