I sat in the theater, looking at my $30 receipt, and thought...I'm making a huge mistake. Sure, Lukas bought the popcorn and soda. Sure, Samuel Jackson just made a hilarious appearance on the Daily Show (available on Youtube). And, sure, I've wanted to see this movie since we first watched the trailer in Chris' room last fall. We decided to stay.
As soon as the previews ended we knew we'd made the right decision.
The crowd cheered, repeadtedly. When New Line's logo flashed on the screen. When it faded to black then came up on the film's opening shot. When "Snakes" popped up, followed shortly "...On a Plane." When the opening credits rolled and Sam Jackson's name passed across the screen the theatre erupted, it was so raucous I thought I was in Park Auditorium before Suits/Countersuits, or in the 613 living room for the final minute of MPH 1. And it was almost that drunk. (I saw multiple Nalgenes, not filled with water.)
The movie itself is pure, unadulterated rawdogging entertaintment. Each scene strives to top the last in a downward spiral of absurdity. I awarded at least three deaths and one line honorary '613 Worthy' gross out awards for originality, hilarity, and raunch. I won't describe them here.
Finally, I agree with the Washington Post's recent review which says, in so many words: Get drunk, get some friends, and get your ass to the theater and see this movie.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
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You have to see this movie in a packed theater (otherwise, i imagine it would be pretty depressing). I caught the movie opening night in Burbank and it was much like how dre described it. Crowd members would call out blatant product placement ("Red Bull"), we'd all laugh at the cheesy, forced lines, and laugh again when a snake bit someone's genitals.
Not only was the moviegoing experience highly entertaining, but the film itself was also instructional... I learned that snakes are afraid of luggage when it is stacked 7 bags high in an aisle. Don't worry, if you just go 7 bags high you'll be fine. It doesn't matter if the pile only reaches your waste and the snakes have already slithered other, around, and through nearly everything on the plane. It's kind of like those games you would play as a kid when you would pretend that the floor was hot lava, so you'd never let your feet touch it. Well snakes like to pretend that stacked luggage is hot lava.
The biggest question is, greatest movie of our generation or greatest movie of all time?
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