Snakes (or SoaP, in blogspeak) has Samuel L. Jackson as FBI agent Neville Flynn. He is escorting a surfer (Wolf Creek's Nathan Phillips) from Hawaii, where he has witnessed a mob murder, back to Los Angeles to testify. The hit man needs him dead, so he finds out which plane Sean and Flynn are boarding, and sees to it that his scaly snakes are onboard. He has them coated with a chemical that makes them super agitated, and ships them in boxes that explode open when the plane is at a comfortable 30,000 feet.

Then all hell breaks loose. The stock "sexy couple" is fatally – and quite creatively, by the way – attacked while engaging in mile-high-club sex in the washroom. And a poor slob is bitten in the crotch while going to the bathroom in another washroom.

And then we watch as our personality-free characters get killed off (the plane is full of cliché characters, from a disaster-film passenger check-list). We have the germophobic rapper (Flex Alexander) and his videogamer bodyguard (Kenan Thompson). There's the Valley girl with her dog in a purse (Rachel Blanchard, reprising her "Clueless" role).