so i was on planes for about five hours yesterday, and i had this shit-eating grin on my face the whole time.
why?
i kept fighting the urge to ask the flight attendant if there were any motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane.
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take this wikipedia entry on the movie with a grain of colbert-esque truthiness, but the story is pretty simple: movie gets announced, blogger picks it up, internet makes it huge, studio makes it campy in response, and now "get these motherfucking (whatever) off this motherfucking (whatever)" is set to be the new "i'm rick james, bitch" ...
it's fun to be in on the private joke. i won't say that "snakes on a plane" is exactly private, but i will say that most people have only a vague idea that the movie even exists. and yet it's been something i've been looking forward to for months, especially after watching fark.com spread "SoAP" parties like kudzu. and you know that samuel l. jackson was in on this camp thing very, very early -- witness this customizable jackson message website, or especially this clip from "the daily show" ...
nobody is taking this seriously, and ... uh ... hasn't been (?) ... for a long time. and that's why a seven-hour travel day, involving two crappy flights on two crappy airlines, had me smiling all the way.
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