Hey, don’t look now, but it’s only a week until the big opening night of Snakes on a Plane, which has be the unqualified frontrunner for the stupidest movie I won’t see in 2006. I think we all know, even if you’re reading this having slipped into Friday zombie mode in your cubicle, that this film sucks right up to about 33,000 feet.
Speaking of planes, let’s all doff our bowlers to Scotland Yard for bringing down the terrorist plot to blow up a bunch of planes over the Atlantic. But at the same time, I think we need to say this about the security reaction elsewhere so far:
They’ve gone completely, and without qualification, absolutely freakin bugnuts. I mean they arrested twenty-something people in England who they’d been watching plan this for a year, and every one of them was a young extremist fundamentalist Muslim from Pakistan. So they’re seizing little bottles of Scope from elderly Irish Americans in San Diego. Bugnuts.
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