Motherf***in’ snakes…

... on a motherf***in’ plane! Yeah!

I went to see Snakes on a plane last night, and the film was as bad as you would expect by reading the title. I think it’s the first feature film ever, whose title contains everything you have to know about it. But watching Sam Jackson squash snakes on a plane with a crowd of crazy cheering people who brought toy snakes of every size and snake-handpuppets and all kinds of crazy snake or plane related stuff was a lot of fun. It’s one of the few films where you go to the cinema not only for the film, but for the experience of watching it with other people.