We watched Snakes on a Plane the other night. Yes, it was an awful movie. It was predictable. It was ridiculously far-fetched, and it's characters were about as well-developed as a roll of film unfurled in the sunlight. The dialogue was as bad as bad can get. It was all those things. And I LOVED it. I squirmed and jumped and shrieked at all the times that I was supposed to. And I laughed when I was supposed to, too. It was one of those guilty pleasures, like a Fluffernutter, and about as empty of any worth, too.