"no worse than tremors"

posted by catherine / August 18, 2006 /

don't get me wrong - as behind the SOaP silliness as i am, i have moments in the night where i wake up, sweaty, fevored, and screaming, "WHAT IF IT'S SO BAD IT MAKES ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF?!?! THEN WHAT?! WILL MY URBAN TRIBE CAST ME OUT? CAN I EVEN BLOG EVER AGAIN!!?"

but the first two paragraphs of this review have calmed me. (don't read beyond that as there are apparenly spoilers)

What the hell, I said. Now or never, I said. If I'm going to see those motherfucking snakes on that motherfucking plane, it's going to be at the very first motherfucking showing, I said. So I drove to the local five-plex, plunked down my $9.25 and stayed up past my bedtime for a raucous screening of "Snakes on a Plane."

Short version: I had feared that, after all the hype, the movie itself would be underwhelming, neither good nor bad enough to merit all the attention. But it delivered exactly what the greatest title of all time promised: lots of snakes, lots of screaming, lots of silliness, and Sam Jackson again demonstrating that he can take anything seriously, so long as there's a paycheck involved. Not a great movie -- not even really a good one -- but no worse than, say, "Tremors," and with a more elegant concept. I definitely got my $9.25 worth. Of course, it helped that the small theater was packed with kids from the local high school who went nuts for everything, up to and including some of the trailers (whoever got Jackson's "Black Snake Moan" trailer attached to this movie deserves several raises).

no worse than tremors, and more elegant?!?! if you know anything, you know that tremors was one of the best bad movies ever (it's basically snakes, underground). so my hopes have again been raised. see you tonight, at RFD, at 8 or 8:30ish.

Comments

I have the same feelings. I was kind of depressed this morning, because I thought maybe, MAYBE... I had pushed this thing too far? I mean, it certainly was more fun to talk about back when the entire world didn't know about it, back when I could preach the good word to virgin SOaP ears and people would look at me like I was insane.

What if I hate the stupid thing? What if, after the 1st five minutes, I'm so horribly bored and frustrated I'm staring at my cell phone, willing it to ring? What if no one claps or cheers at the worst dialogue?

I think I'll be okay. I mean, "Tremors" was flat brilliant, after all.

Posted by: the g on August 18, 2006 10:08 AM

I just got an e-mail from my mom. Subject line: are you. Body: excited about Snakes on a Plane? Ah, even my mom knows.

Posted by: seeking irony on August 18, 2006 04:50 PM

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