snakes or shallow broads?

[kenan of "good burger" fame will be screaming like a little bitch about some motherfucking snakes]

So this weekend, the blog hit that no one has seen, "Snakes on a Plane," is opening. It's a bit of a gamble on New Line's part by using the Internet to promote their movie, with very few TV spots and what have you. But I have a feeling that this movie will be a hit, if only generated by hipster buzz and word-of-mouth alone (God knows that shitty Cobra Starship song isn't really doing the movie any justice).

However for the people who are not feeling the hipster vibe of Samuel L's latest creation, they can watch "Material Girls" starring the Duff Sisters, Hilary and Haylie -- two WASPs with high cheek bones doing a movie about rich white girls, not unlike the Wayans' brothers' tour-de-force "White Chicks."

With those choices in mind, I will take the jump and urge you to watch "Snakes on a Plane." Yes, it will be bad, it will be ridiculous, and it will have cheesy lines in it, which will probably put it on the same level of cult status as "Road House," "Point Break," or "Big Trouble in Little China." At the very least you can hear Samuel L. Jackson screaming for two hours, which is always a plus in my book.