So bad it's good....no, wait, still really bad

Tonight out of boredom and curiosity I plunked down hard-earned lei to see the cinematic wonder that is Snakes on a Plane (or, as it is even more creatively titled in Russian, "Snake Plane"). Nic, a fellow Russian speaker, was the only other volunteer willing to give it a go, despite my assurances to the Romanian speakers that I was pretty sure this wasn't the sort of film you needed language skills to appreciate.

Well, let me just say, it was all that I dreamed of and more! Only a few minutes into the film I found myself simultaneously laughing out loud and cringing as the plane's passengers were attacked by snakes who showed a particular interest in regions such as the groin, eyeballs, and ta-tas. There was even an awkward sex scene taking place in the airplane bathroom where for a minute there it seemed that the director forgot just what kind of film he was supposed to be making, but luckily a swift nipple chomping got the movie back on track.

I give the movie points for letting un-Hollywood-y types save the day, such as the portly African American man who flies the plane to safety after one pilot after another bites the dust. He also worked in a couple of good quotes which were translated with aplomb into Russian, such as, "In the house, who is the master? I am the master!" (More recognizable to you as, "who's the man?")

Craptastic!