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   Thursday, June 15, 2006

   WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?

With all the comic book adaptations, 1970's remakes and new versions of bad TV shows in the movie theatres now, people are apt to say that Hollywood has run out of ideas.
Au contraire.

This summer, Samuel L. Jackson will star in a film so bold, so audacious in the faith of its own core concept that many are predicting it will rule the summer boxoffice.
It's Snakes on a Plane.

Now, I can't tell if that title signals the End of Civilization As We Know It or the funniest thing I've ever heard, but I have to admit that screenwriter Josh Friedman certainly gave it the hard sell:

I will not give away any of the plot details of SNAKES ON A PLANE. But know this. As the great Sam Jackson would say: There are motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane.

What else do you need to know? How the snakes get on the plane, what the snakes do once they're on the plane, who puts the snakes on the plane, who is trying to get the snakes off the plane...This is not for you to ponder. There are snakes on the plane. End of fucking story.

The movie opens on August 18th. There will be a plane. With snakes. Snakes on a Plane.
Sam Jackson is so convinced of its excellence that, while presenting an MTV Movie Award last week, he said:

I'm guaranteeing that Snakes on a Plane will win Best Movie next year. Does not matter what else is coming out. New James Bond...no snakes in that! Ocean's 13...where my snakes at? Shrek the Third...green, but not a snake. No movie shall triumph over Snakes on a Plane. Unless I happen to feel like making a movie called Mo' Mothafuckin' Snakes on Mo' Mothafuckin' Planes.

Easy there, Sam -- save some ideas for the sequel! Meanwhile, I'm crafting my own version: a film that's boldly personal yet truly terrifying. I'm calling it Terriers on a Sofa.

Labels: movies, silliness