SNAKES ON A PLANE is a bad film. And no, it's not of the "so bad it's good" genre, it's of the "how did this even get greenlighted?" make.
The film has no earmarkings of competent film making: its (only) assets are its exploitative title, lead actor and a year's worth of Internet hype. It spends no time giving you such minor elements as a plot, character development or even character background-- we're simply flung into the story and expected to enjoy it.
Clichés abound around every corner, and predictability is the name of the game for "SoaP" (which is what you'll want to wash yourself with after sitting through this stinker). The CGI is simply abominable, clearly an indication of this film's "B" budget. The opening shot of the plane taking off into a storm looks like it was lifted out of a Sony PlayStation video game. Oh yeah, PlayStation is among the SCORES of items that suffer through product placement throughout the film. I'm sure Nintendo is gloating right now.
Yeah, I got the joke. It just wasn't funny. It's supposed to be a farce. But you wouldn't know it from all of the deadpan performances. Samuel L. Jackson, whose work I admire quite well, is completely exploited in a role that will come back to haunt him, I'm sure.
The opening night crowd that attended the film with me is exactly why people over 25 don't go to the theater anymore. Noisy, arrogant, cell phones out and shouting at the screen. I felt like I was in the Mystery Science Theater, except nothing said was even remotely funny. I suppose all this will jive if you're a nerdy adolescent of this generation who is pumped up on Red Bull, studio hype and dressed up as Batman for a midnight screening, but for the rest of us who have taste, do yourself a favor and pick another film.
The film has no earmarkings of competent film making: its (only) assets are its exploitative title, lead actor and a year's worth of Internet hype. It spends no time giving you such minor elements as a plot, character development or even character background-- we're simply flung into the story and expected to enjoy it.
Clichés abound around every corner, and predictability is the name of the game for "SoaP" (which is what you'll want to wash yourself with after sitting through this stinker). The CGI is simply abominable, clearly an indication of this film's "B" budget. The opening shot of the plane taking off into a storm looks like it was lifted out of a Sony PlayStation video game. Oh yeah, PlayStation is among the SCORES of items that suffer through product placement throughout the film. I'm sure Nintendo is gloating right now.
Yeah, I got the joke. It just wasn't funny. It's supposed to be a farce. But you wouldn't know it from all of the deadpan performances. Samuel L. Jackson, whose work I admire quite well, is completely exploited in a role that will come back to haunt him, I'm sure.
The opening night crowd that attended the film with me is exactly why people over 25 don't go to the theater anymore. Noisy, arrogant, cell phones out and shouting at the screen. I felt like I was in the Mystery Science Theater, except nothing said was even remotely funny. I suppose all this will jive if you're a nerdy adolescent of this generation who is pumped up on Red Bull, studio hype and dressed up as Batman for a midnight screening, but for the rest of us who have taste, do yourself a favor and pick another film.