Snakes on a Plane is a C Movie coming in the disguise of an A-list blockbuster. I think a lot of the film’s bad reputation has to do with the misunderstanding about what it is. It is intended to be a fun piece of trash, with ridiculous and poorly cgi’ed snakes and completely nonsensical script (in case anybody has an answer to why that snake specialist on the ground is needed, please let me know. Oh, and how subtly they managed to answer the question at the end of which anti-venom to give to which person: “you have to tell me by which of the 1000 snakes exactly you were bit” …). Samuel Jackson holds it together to the best of his skills, by being rough and energetic and very brave, and by being able to say not very well written lines such as the famous “I’ve had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane”. Proving that you don’t need Shakespearean skills to write classic words. The rest of the cast is more like canon fodder, which would be called snake fodder here. The unlikely hero who can fly a plane after it has been stressed eighty times that he keeps playing his video games, and a bunch of more or less annoying passengers and crew members the fate of which does not concern us a lot.
But then again: people have to fix things in the plane’s cargo hold (always a good thing for an airplane thriller to have), they get to die naked upon abusing the passenger toilet for their immoral purposes, and they get to be bitten into their soft bits. The gluttonous die while eating, the lustful die while mating – it is almost a tale of biblical lessons. Only that it’s stupid. But that’s not a bad thing.