Snakes on a Plane (2006)

Samuel L. Jackson wants “these motherfuckin’ snakes off this motherfuckin’ plane!” That’s pretty much all anyone needs to know about the much joked about, dizzyingly high camp hit Snakes on a Plane (2006). But beyond the slithering reptiles, beyond the airborne hysterics, and beyond Jackson’s obscenity-enflamed tirades, this thriller is kitsch. Oh, we don’t mean it’s intentially camp and ironic (even though it is). What we’re referring to is Jackson’s co-star Taylor Kitsch. He plays a handsome hunk named Kyle who boards the ill-fated plane with his girlfriend (Samantha McLeod). Other passengers include a surfer (Nathan Phillips) who has witnessed a brutal murder. As such, FBI Agent Neville Flynn (Jackson) is tasked to protect him on the flight to Los Angeles. Along the way, we encounter a socialite passenger (Rachel Blanchard) and her Chihuahua; a germophobic rapper (Flex Alexander) and his bodyguard (Kenan Thompson); and the titular snakes! Can the co-pilot (David Koechner) and the flight attendants (Bruce James, Julianna Margulies, Lin Shaye, Sunny Mabrey) save the day? Or is that deed left to Special Agent Hank (Bobby Cannavale)? More importantly, will we see any dudity? Alas, the answer is no. Under the direction of David Ellis, this R rated flick is skingy when it comes to flashing flesh. However, there is one scene wherein the dreamy Mr. Kitsch loses his top when he gets down with his lady for some bathroom sex. The amorous act lets us view his bare chest. We’d love to join the mile high club with Taylor!