A quick one before bed. Dina and I went and saw Snakes on a Plane tonight, and I think the cash I laid down was the best Hamiltons I ever spent. The movie in and of itself won’t be good unless you see it in a crowded theatre, or alternatively, on DVD with your drinking buddies (playing one of the drinking games that will inevitably pop up on the internet). A few thoughts:

• The director at some part just said “screw it, we’re showing boobies AND blood.”
• The managed to show snakes attacking every conceivable body part–including hoo-hahs and whatsits.
• The special effects were surprisingly good.
• Non-gay flight attendents.

OK, but the best parts were the really the crowd antics:

• There were dudes running around with snake masks on before the movie began, and started alternating crowd chants of “snakes!” vs. “planes!”
• Whenever there was a lull in the film, everyone hissed. Like snakes.
• Any shot of a plane or a snake was met with loud cheers.
• When Sam Jackson delivered THEE line, the crowd went nuts. People stood up cheering and whistling, and people threw rubber snakes at the screen.
• Every doofus with a white cap or 70s jock mop thought he was funnier than the peeps on MST3K. “Use the force, Mace Windu!”
• People cheered whenever a hot woman was shown, and people were shouting out whatever came to mind, most notably “BOOBIES!!!”
• A guy behind started chanting “Oscar! Oscar!” when the film finished, and half the crowd joined him.
• Fuck yeah.

What say ye?