Or more informally, Mothaf*ckin snakes on the Mothaf*ckin plane! Last night I saw the much over-hyped flick at a drive-in theatre in Durham. I haven’t been to one of those things in a long time, since I lived in Burlingame, CA I think (7 or so years ago). It was strange little venue, country gals running the grill and fryalator in the combination burger shack, ticket booth, projection room, flea market, and gun store, complete with owner wearing a sidearm and smokin a stogie. But it was cool—lots of people arrived hours ahead of the film to tailgate and be social. Some people had very elaborate rigs setup: aero beds in the bed of a pickup truck, reclining ontop of an SUV, charcoal grill cookouts, lawn chairs, etc.

Anyway, it is a ridiculous movie. I went to see it with Ian and a bunch of his Pinehaus friends, plus Julie and Matt. As we speculated before, during, and after, the movie is destined to quickly become a cult classic. Implausible, improbable, illogical, insane, and inane yet completely enjoyable. I was feeling decidedly subpar, largely do to the previous evening out. But had I felt up for imbibing I’m sure I would have been shrieking and cackling at the hilarity of it all, instead of just quietly giggling and groaning.