Passion. Romance. Suspense. Action. Comedy.
And...
Snakes. On a motherfucking plane.
Oh, and Kenan Thompson (that fat kid who used to be on SNick. Rememeber SNick? That's ok, no one does).
Now, I don't use the term "best-movie-ever-made-about-anything-ever," but in this case, I'm willing to make an exception.
It has everything you could ever want, even gender equality. How is this you ask? Well, in predictable horror/suspense fashion, the first to die were two horny teenagers. But in especially comical fashion, the first woman to die dies from a deadly snake bite directly on her exposed nipple. But not to appear sexist, a slimy gentleman is later killed when he is urinating, and a snake comes up out of the toilet to bite him, yes, directly on his penis.
I don't want to go further into it and spoil it for people, but all I can say is go see this movie. Right. Now.
When Sam Jackson finally utters his famous words about tiring of matron-fornicating reptiles on an aircraft to which the same hyphenated adjective applies, it is an extremely magical moment.
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