I’m not going to pretend I didn’t enjoy Snakes on a Plane. I did. I enjoyed every minute of it. It’s a film in which there are snakes on a plane. Samuel L. Jackson runs around shouting and shooting and kicking ass. The film looks ugly as fuck, with unconvincing CGI snakes and unimaginative overly-bright cinematography. The vast majority of the film is unrelenting cliché after cliché, even once you factor in its B-movie genre roots. Yet, this is not a film for watching with a clear critical mind. This is a film for watching with friends, commentating on the stupidity before you beers in hand and just generally not caring. And that’s worth something.