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I'm back from Snakes on a (Motherfucking) Plane. After a worrying opening five minutes with no snakes or planes in sight, I loved it. Though I can't imagine how any ophidophobics watched it. I less-than-three our snake friends and I was careful to check the taxi home in case any were lurking behind the cushions.

(I also like planes. My main motive for seeing Flight Plan was the bits where you saw the internal workings of a jumbo jet. Yes, I'm a huge nerd and yes, this was pretty much the perfect movie for me. Samuel L Jackson was just a delicious topping on a snakey-planey cake.)

Who was it said what's-his-face, the witness guy, looked like the love child of David Boreanaz and Jamie Bamber? Because damn you, it was all I could think about, his weird Boreanaz hair and facial expressions and his Bamber-ish eyes. Maybe some freak genre-TV genetic experiment? Who knows.

I have no appropriate icon, but Tegan was possessed by an enormous plasticine snake once, so she'll have to do.

In conclusion, MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES!!