Glorious! A masterpiece! Three cheers for Edward D. Wood, Jr.: writer, director, editor, and genuine auteur! Don’t let the no-stars rating fool you; this was so much more fun than The Wind in the Willows.
If only all bad movies were this bad. Seriously, it’s impossible to consciously make a cult film by expensively camping it up (as Tim Burton tried with Mars Attacks) or playing it straight (read Esquire nail exactly how Snakes on a Plane is misconceived). And I don’t mean to dump on Tim Burton; not coincidentally his eponymous Ed Wood is one of my all-time favorite movies, and I think one of Burton’s best. I do, however, mean to dump on Snakes on a Plane.
