I loved the python eating the sniffy licky little lap weasel. There is a God after all. And He's partial to pythons. I guessed as much.
But the movie hasn't done spectacularly at the box office. About $15 million opening weekend. That's weird. How can America not rush to the theater to see a movie called Snakes on a Plane? You'd think that would be like a pizza-flavored double decaf latte. There would be no choice involved; you would simply have to have it and have it right fucking now ! ! !
And the pirates thing just keeps packing them in. The first week that thing was here, you had to stand in line twice to see it. They were double-checking tickets because showings were selling out. I went and traded mine in for a different movie. I don't stand in line to see movies anymore. Or share armrests with fat smelly strangers. They don't make movies that good anymore.
Whoa, bed time!