SOAP
I saw yesterday snakes on plane! This movie gets a resounding applause for its kitchness, its complete unabashed and relentless pursuit of immediate gratification, for pandering to our basic, reptilian brains, and for its facile use of cliches and overheated and adimensional characters.
But it was FUN!
The whole thing about this movie is that it was the studios answer to the fans: more sex? you have it; gruesome scenes? there you go; accurate rendition of foaming eyeballs due to venom? here, for your viewing pleasure; juvenile and immature jokes at the expense of somebody's pain? look, a snake in the toilet!
Actually, they were vipers, but for the anaconda. But I digress.
The movie, improved, as it were, by the efforts of the collective that the fanbase became, is redolent of the smell of the blogosphere: an occasional hint of genius, surrounded by an almost unbearable stench of mediocrity and base ideas; also, it drives us toward it with an irresistible appeal, an animalistic urge to belong and participate - a mind virus of amazing potency.
I do have a question, though: since this was obviously marketed and presented through the blogosphere, and its main attractive was that it was expected because of the discussion, instead of its merits, I expect it to fade into oblivion pretty soon, to be revived at drunken parties and high school pizza nights, but otherwise completely forgotten.
Which might be a shame, because these kind of movies present the Zeitgeist in a unique, pure and raw form.