Sunday, August 20, 2006

Samuel L. Jackson, stand up comic

Few people younger than thirty or forty recall that, before he was a character actor he was a leading man, and before that a character actor with some stand-up comic aspects to his appearances on talk shows. I'm talking about Burt Reynolds. Funny guy and very gifted.

Yesterday, whilst standing in front of the cinema, getting ready to see SNAKES ON A PLANE, it occurred to me that Samuel L. Jackson would make an...hmmm...interesting stand-up comic.

"I just flew in from Cleveland and...there were Motherfuckin' Snakes on the Plane!"

"And airline peanuts. What is it with them? You open up a bag, spill some on the floor, and a cobra slides up your pants leg. Do I really need another large, throbbing reptile in my pants?"

"And why do they call it the 'Mile High Club' when you get some in a plane's bathroom? Planes don't fly a mile up. They fly about 6 Motherfuckin' miles up. So there you are, six miles high, giving it to your girlfriend or having unprotected sex with a girl you just met on aisle F where the only tight fit is the two of you in a broom closet with running blue water (rimshot), and a bunch of venomous reptiles drop down and start biting you all over your bare asses. They should call it the 'Mile High Cemetary Club' and give out 'Frequent Die-er Coupons."

Sorry, just had to indulge the whim. Anyway, saw the film. It's fun. Hope it makes a truckload of money and they have a sequel...maybe SNAKES ON THE SPACE SHUTTLE? SNAKES ON A BUS (with Sandra Bullock)? SNAKES IN A MOVIE THEATRE? Now you're talking...

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