muthafuckin' snakes on a muthafuckin' plane

About an hour ago my buddy Jon and I got out of "Snakes on a Plane," and I must say, it was everything I hoped for. We caught the first show of the morning, 10:45, at the Cinerama, which was the perfect venue. My only disappointment was that there only appeared to be maybe ten other people in the theater. I'm still predicting a lot of success for the movie though, because it really is about a perfect popcorn movie. It was pretty hilarious without being too over the top, and also stayed away from being too tongue-in-cheek. The action scenes were ridiculous, but in a good way, and still somehow suspenseful. There was a good gratuitous sex scene that precedes the first snake-related death. Julianna Margulies comes out of hiding to give a likeable/hot performance as one of the flight attendants. That guy who plays Champ Kind and Todd Packer plays a misogynist pilot, about the perfect role for him. Anyway, getting to hear Samuel L. Jackson say "get these muthafuckin' snakes off this muthafuckin' plane" is worth the price of admission. "Snakes on a Plane" is a movie that perfectly understands what its role is. If it were a baseball player, it would be one of those Matt Stairs/Craig Wilson types. Maybe they're terrible in the field, and they couldn't steal a base if their life depended on it, but they can rake and draw walks, and they usually have a cool moustache or a mullet, and they end up being more valuable to a team then a flashier player who tries to do too much. Go see this movie.