Lights. Camera. Snakes. Plane. Action!

I'm way behind on the cutting edge of campy movies, so though I'd heard vaguely about this summer's Snakes on a Plane, starring Samuel L. Jackson, an airplane, and... a bunch of snakes, an article in this week's Time magazine clued me in to just how great this movie might be. Some choice excerpts:

"I knew I was going to do the movie when I saw the title," says Samuel L. Jackson, who plays an FBI agent escorting a mob witness on a doomed flight to Los Angeles. "I think I have an audience member's sensibility, and the title just puts it all right out there. You either get it, or you don't." At various points, executives at New Line Cinema admit they did not get it. "They wanted to call it Pacific Air 121," says Jackson. "I told them that was the stupidest damn thing I ever heard."

Because the Internet allows moviegoers to learn about movies before they're in production, a vocal group of connoisseurs -- nerds, if you will -- were able to keep tabs on Snakes on a Plane. ... Not only did they demand that the title stay, they wanted violence, profane monologues from Jackson -- the Olivier of the F bomb -- and graphic snakebites. ... The triumph of that populist approach is the insertion of a line of dialogue from one of the fake trailers (created by fans)--"I'm tired of these motherf------ snakes on this motherf------ plane!"--directly into Jackson's mouth. "It's kind of difficult to watch me in a movie and not hear me say motherf----- once," he says.

In Dallas, some friends and I used to get together on a semi-regular basis to watch and ridicule a bad movie, basically ripping off the idea of Mystery Science Theater 3000 for our own amusement. We called ourselves, plainly, the Bad Movie Club. Needless to say, the first day Snakes is available on DVD, I may have to fly down there for an emergency meeting.