Snakes On a Plane

The big movie of the weekend is "Snakes on a Plane", the latest horror/sci-fi offering designed to make us all scared to fly (as if we need any excuse to be scared to fly these days). I haven't seen the movie and don't plan to, so I'll defer to my friend John Schroeder's review:

"Snakes On A Plane" is the finest cinematic experience of the last several decades. Do not wait for DVD, see it in a theater, with lots of people that have been clued in. Applaud, shout at the screen, and laugh. Suspend your disbelief, in fact suspend all critical facility whatsoever, put your violence and cursing tolerance settings on "cartoonishly high" and have a good time. This is all the fun of Rocky Horror with, thankfully, none of the cross-dressing.

John's a fan of all things superhero, so he has less trouble suspending belief than I do. I'm glad he enjoyed it.

My problem is that as a guy with some piloting experience, snakes on an airliner is not a problem that can't be pretty easily dealt with. Drop the oxygen masks, depressurize the plane, drop the airconditioning to about 50 degrees, and voila, dead snakes on a plane. Problem solved. (I'll never make it as a sci-fi writer.)

By the way, there was a recent case of a snake on a private plane that I reported on here. That guy had a real problem on his hands and handled it quite well.