That's how much it cost to watch one of the cheesiest, most predictable movies I've ever seen. It was SO bad, it HAD to be intentional - if not, wow.
Snakes on a Plane.
Yeah, I succumbed to the hype.
Samuel L. Jackson is a master thespian, as far as B actors are concerned. During the course of the movie, I found myself laughing when nothing was supposed to be funny. People died, I guffawed. As snakes climbed down people's windpipes, or bit guys on the end of their peni, (is that plural for penis?) I could do little more than giggle. The gratuitous sex scene (mile high club, of course) included a snake biting a girl on the boob. (naturally) I kept expecting Jackson to go down into the cargo hold and discover a cage full of mongeese, (plural for mongooses?) which would lay waste to the reptilian marauders. No, instead...
He tied everyone down to their seats, then shot out the plane windows to suck out the snakes.
Then, after both pilots died, (how predictable is that?) a passenger landed the plane based on his experience with a Sony Playstation.
I've had it with these MF-ing bad movies in our MF-ing theaters. I wonder what else I could have bought for $8.50.
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