The Hot Months Are Coming

“The premise is… pretty much summed up by the title. There’s…a lot of snakes, and they get on a plane.” Pauses thoughtfully. “And it sounds pretty interesting.”

That’s The New York Times' co-chief film critic, A.O. Scott, one of the leading critical voices on film in the nation, waxing eloquent on Samuel L. Jackson’s upcoming guaranteed masterpiece (provided you’re drunk and surrounded by rowdy, testosterone-addled loudmouths), Snakes on a Plane.

I won’t lie to you. I am excited about this movie. It has me slobbering like a 12 year old boy in a comic book store staffed by models. Thank goodness that someone in Hollywood still has the guts to make unabashedly low-brow genre trash without trying to pass it off as anything else.

Meanwhile, Lord, er, Manohla Dargis gushes schoolgirl-style over a director I quite like, saying that “from the sleazy, sexy look that Colin Farrell is sporting, you know this is going to be a kind indulgence in violence and action and underdressed women, and that Michael Mann will be bringing all his great, masculine energy to bear—I can’t wait to see it.” Yes Manohla, you will get to see Farrell’s greasy, swinging mane and his rock hard manpecs. You can calm down now.

Always nice to know that our paper of record’s lofty film critics are such a thoughtful, respectable lot.

Addendum. It's nice to see Scott back, but we still don't know what his book is about. This is the internet, people. Fount of all knowledge and all that. Cough up the details.