If you're like me, you know for a fact that Snakes on a Plane is the best Dick Boxing movie ever. 

I know you rented it Tuesday night and crapped the couch just like I did.   You're probably still all embarassed about the couch.  And you should be.  Quit crying, no one was there and you know all was forgotten when the first 30 minutes of that movie kicked you right where you like hurts (aka 'the dick').  Sure, that deadly band of snake contract-killers with night vision and plane tickets may have been what all 'the buzz' was about, but 'the buzz' is irrelevent, intangible, and not was this is about.

This is about those sweet, first 30 minutes of Dick Boxing on a Plane., wherein you'll enjoy more dick-related, straight-up-dick and dickity-dick-dick-themed dialogue and action than any movie ever made...times 3, squared.

Give it a shot--rent the movie at Blockbuster on a Tuesday.  Go ahead and enjoy some calculated snakes who know their way around an aircraft cooling system; crafty snakes who make no bones about anything.  

Especially enjoy the passengers making with the sex...just as the snakes bite 'em in the dick, with little if any remorse. 

I won't ruin it for you because the rest of the movie gets pretty deep, and I applaud that.  But, for my money, it's the first-class dick-boxing in the first 30 minutes that's worth wasting your time.