OK, so I have the flu. And as such, I'm bored out of my mind. While Snakes on a Plane isn't a movie that I'd pay cash money to see (however much I admire and want to be Samuel L. Jackson), somehow, somewhere I've gotten "Snakes on a Plane (Bring it!)" stuck in my head.
Not for the song: for the performers, who appear to have been genetically engineered to appeal to the target market for the movie. Just where do they find -- or create -- these people?
Returning to the sick bed. Ta.