Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Mel's Beaver.




Yes, that's right. This is a picture of Mel Gibson running down a sidewalk with his hand up a beaver's ass.

This is the theme to a new film by Jodie Foster, and no—I can't make this stuff up. Mel Gibson plays a man who carries a beaver puppet around with him everywhere he goes and treats it like a real person. It's like taking Ryan Gosling's Lars and the Real Girl to the next horrifying, disturbing level. And it's directed by Jodie Foster.

Get a small idea of what's going on here.

I really don't have anything exceptionally witty to say about this news, I just wanted to post a giant picture of Mel Gibson running down a sidewalk with his hand up a beaver's ass.

Later Gators!

-M


Happy Birthday Amanda!!



She's been my best friend for 28 years, and we'll be fighting snakes, saving the world and watching Sleepaway Camp for another 28! After
that, I guess we'll graduate to fighting crocodiles, saving the
universe and Sleepaway Camp 2.

Either way, I don't know what I'd do without her, and she's one of the
brightest lights of my life.

Happy birthday, Amanda!

All the love in the whole world,

-Abe Froman, the Sausage King of Chicago

Sunday, September 27, 2009

One take!!!!!!

Hey guys, it's me... the guy who runs this place.

Check out this absolutely wonderful video that's been floating around the internets:



Oh man, that entire video was just filmed in one take. The first time I watched it, I had to run down to the Walmart and buy myself a new spatula to scrape what was left of my cerebral cortex off the side of my apartment building.

I couldn't really care less about the Black Eyed Beans or Fergolucious or whatever... but the energy, soul, creativity and ambition it took to put together 172 students and plan it out for a solid month absolutely blows my mind.

Cheers to these awesome French Canadian kids!! Job well done!!!

Now if Giles and I can get our own one-shot video off the ground, we'll be making some serious headlines and have a chance at being future YouTube superstars. That's right... you're about to see a one-shot video of us wondering through Toots Honky Tonk singing the theme song to the Jeffersons.

Moving on up,

-McClane

P.S. One more time... cheers to those French Canadian kids!!!! I love this video with all my heart, soul, mind and crotch!!

P.P.S. This really makes me miss college.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Coyote Attack Ruins Life!!

Hey ladies and gentlemen,

Matt McClane here, coming to you live from my couch. I'm not going to lie to you here, having a laptop has opened up a whole new world of complete laziness for me.

For example, now I can sit on my couch here... and with the power of wireless technology, remotely signal to my robots that I need some evil bidding done. With the flick of a wrist and a few taps of keyboard buttons, I make all my dreams come true.

You know that big breakfast-preparing colossal machine system that Pee Wee Herman has in his kitchen? The one that makes him bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, orange juice and Mr. T Cereal? Yeah well I've constructed a little something like that here in my apartment. Only instead of breakfast, mine prepares crystal meth.

Just kidding. Mine prepares solid gold statues of Edward James Olmos.

I'm going to be honest with you here... I haven't had a lot of sleep this week, and I have no idea what I've been typing about for the past few minutes.

Moving on... I just came across this amazing story on CNN.

Is it wrong to laugh here? I think it is.

Apparently, her friends fear that Jessica Simpson may be at the lowest point in her life after her beloved Maltipoo Daisy was brutally eviscerated by a pack of wild coyotes. (Okay, okay, I know that what apparently REALLY happened is some random coyote grabbed her dog when she wasn't paying attention in line at Food City, but it's so much more awesome to imagine an entire pack of these things attacking her in some seedy back alley.)

I just keep imagining the unthinkable: a gang of these coyotes, high on coke, decides to kidnap Daisy for an unbelievably high ransom. Suddenly their plan starts to unravel when one of the coyotes falls in love with the lovely kidnapped canine. Falling in love wasn't part of the plan!!!!

In a complete blood bath, the leader of the gang (we'll call him "Razor Fist") loses his cool and rips Daisy's head off with his razor sharp talons and badass fangs.

What happened to the coyote that fell for Daisy?? I guess we'll never know.

Anyway, apparently Simpson won't come out of her parents' house and and even broke up with some random quarterback guy boyfriend. When even luxurious wine couldn't snap her out of it, she turned to Smack. (Just kidding, I have no idea. But that's usually what I turn to when I run out of Fruit Loops on a lazy Saturday morning.)

Here's some awesome highlights that I am absolutely obsessed over:

Simpson fed Daisy steak, not dog food, and referred to herself as "Daisy's Mommy." When leaving the house, Simpson left on the air-conditioning for her dog; and when Daisy was sick, Simpson refused visitors so that they wouldn't wake Daisy. She threw Daisy birthday parties, and when she talked about having a "girls' night in" with a video, she was talking about herself and Daisy.

"Daisy ran the household," the friend said. "If Daisy didn't like you, you were gone."

When Simpson was having relationship problems, "she would cry herself to sleep at night, using Daisy as a pillow."

That could be the most hilarious thing I've experienced since that workout video below.

Don't get me wrong... I'm feeling really bad for Simpson. Man, if my dog was savagely kidnapped by coyotes, bears, honeybadgers or aliens, I'd be pretty torn up too. However... no dog is running MY apartment, bud.

If some hot chick is up in this joint and my dog growls... too bad for the dog!! He's getting an all-expense paid trip to some crate or holding cell or whatever. I might even go Michael Vick on him and throw some deadly spikes or buzz saws up in that thing if he's particularly malicious towards the lady. You gotta do whatcha gotta do.

And if the time comes when I cry myself to sleep at night using a dog as a pillow, I give you guys full permission to drive over here and guzzle chuck me in the damn throat. Besides, if my dog actually allowed me to lay my sobbing face on his belly while crying like a hysterical maniac, I'd immediately know that something was up.

You see... what I THOUGHT was my loving, faithful furry companion was actually just a stuffed animal that my REAL dog planted there to fake me out... so he could run downtown to drink a bunch of whiskey, smoke some cigars and get it on with like six hot bitches.

Finally, I'll say this... if having a wacky coyote kidnap your dog puts you in a catatonic state that you'd describe as being "an all-time low," you've lived a pretty damn amazing life. With all the crap I've been through in my life, losing a dog to a rabid prairie wolf would actually rank pretty low on the list of "all time lows."

Never fear, though... I've already taken action to help her out through this time of horrifying tragedy. I've mailed her a brand-new copy of Where The Red Fern Grows.

Smoke 'em if ya got 'em, readers. If you have some extra malt liquor around, pour a little out in your kitchen floor for poor Daisy.

Holla!

-McClane

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Best Workout Video Ever

Hey guys,

Normally I don't pop in with random videos, but this one is very important.

It's not only important to your strength, but also your victories and happiness.


I'd recommend dropping some wicked acid, smoking five bowls, or just spinning around in circles over and over for about three or four minutes and watch that again. You'll never need another workout video for the rest of your life.

I'm getting started on my session now.

Pumping my arms like they're in the mud,

-M

Yo Readers, Ima let you finish...

Hey guys!

Just back from Snake Island and feeling refreshed as some morning dew or mountain stream or Irish Spring soap or whatever. I'll explain more on how we escaped later, but for now I have some great news!

Flailing along in the aftermath of that hilarious Kanye West vs. Taylor Swift MTV Video Music Awards rampage from hell, some random guys have started this awesome blog highlighting some of the other times that Kanye has interrupted speeches and events.


I could give two monkey bowls of damn about Kanye, Taylor Swift or especially MTV, but this site is pretty obsession worthy. I got kind of inspired by the whole thing and submitted my own photo to the site... and it was chosen! I got pretty excited. Check out the page to see my Kanye tribute. As much as I hate to see some random guy with an awesome maze haircut interrupt speeches or events, this time I believe with all my heart that it's truly warranted.

On a completely unrelated note, check out this illustrator's page and try not to let it rip your brains out and hit them with a badminton racquet up against some brick wall.

Also, while I'm on some wacky illustration subject, roll over to my friend Dale Mackey's blog and check out her unbelievably cool Journal Gallery. She's taking some of the coolest journals ever and posting them up to show the (amazingly creative) different ways journal writers express themselves. I was honored that she featured mine!

(The dastardly Michael Giles is also featured on there, so jus' keep a look out.)

Now that you have enough links to build a giant fence around Mars, go enjoy your day!!

Snake Island free,

-McClane

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Snake Island: The Marsh

Hey readers,

Our attempts to leave the marsh haven't been successful.

In fact, they've been a complete nightmare.



-M

Friday, September 11, 2009

Snake Island: No Escape!!!

Hey Snake Island fans,

There's no escape from these snakes. Around every turn we find ourselves in an all-our sprint to save our lives.

Check this out:



It doesn't look good.

-M

Snake Island: Anaconda Attack!!!

Hey readers, things are getting even more deadly on Snake Island.

Today, while trying to escape via kayak, we ran into a big snag when coming across the signs of a major Anaconda attack.  See for yourself.




-M

Watch out!!!!

Danger is around every corner on Snake Island.





-M


Thursday, September 10, 2009

Adopt a snake???

Hey readers,

While exploring Snake Island today, we came across the weirdest sign. Apparently the people of the island are trying their best to coexist with these reptiles, even to the point of... adoption.

That's right. We're talking adoption here.

Let me tell you something right now, bud... adopting one of these killer reptiles would be akin to trying to adopt a tornado, tsunami or Ted Nugent.  Just never a good idea.

Check the photo and let me know what you think. Would YOU adopt one of these things?

-M




Snake Island: Video Update!

Today on the beach:



-M

Snake Island: The Intro Video

Here's where we started:




-M

Snake Island!! They're everywhere!!!

Readers, I'm lucky to be alive.

While everything seemed to be going so fine yesterday, today the vicious beasts of Snake Island have found us and begun their reign of unholy terror.

Here's a few photos we've taken today that will put the fear of nature in you.  It all started in our hotel room this morning, and they haven't let up since.

Pray for us.

-M














Wednesday, September 9, 2009

DESTINATION: SNAKE ISLAND!!

Good news, readers... I'm finally on vacation.

This has been a long time coming, and right now—as I look out my window at the ocean—I'm glad that I made the time to do it.

When it came time to choose a hot destination for my trip, there were a few spots that immediately came to mind.  The thought of the Big Island in Hawaii, a secluded cove somewhere in the Bahamas or a sweet trip to some underwater Atlantis-type city where all my dreams come true and tons of mermaid chicks are there to satisfy my boyish urges sounded pretty good.

However, at the end of the day there was only one locale that made sense:

Snake Island.

After seeing the most intense movie of the year, I wanted to see for myself what kinds of deadly terrors and nightmarish horrors lurked inside the dunes of that legendary place. From the pamphlets and brochures I procured from a coastal truck stop, it seemed pretty accessible.



So this will be the first post of the snake island vacation. Since investing in this super awesome laptop computer, the Tirade can now be totally mobile—to bring you the most up-to-date crap ever. Don't expect a whole ton of regular posts or anything, because I'd hate to wreck your dreams and shower you with 10 gallons of disappointment juice.  However, pictures and stories from the island will definitely be coming atcha.

Before leaving, I knew I needed a partner in crime on my trip. I needed somebody to not only serve as my bodyguard, but to also keep me doing completely idiotic things like wondering into some cobra-filled abandoned shed by myself. (Or accidentally smashing our gas tank with a stick, leaving us stranded on an island of death.)

Unfortunately, upon our arrival, I accidentally smashed our gas tank with a stick, leaving us stranded on this island of death.

At any rate, there was no better choice for this task than my sister, Amanda McClane.



She's smart, fast, knowledgeable about bull vipers and has some kind of sweet GPS unit that she can operate to tell us where we're going.

We pulled up to the island this afternoon, and so far things have been pretty calm. We had some nice crabs, found some awesome seashells and also... some guy parked our car in a garage and I had to give him a tip for carrying some bags to our room.

Even though things are nice and normal now, I think we can all agree that these things always start out this way.  What could happen tomorrow is anybody's guess.  All I'm going to say is that when we were walking through the parking lot tonight sipping whiskey... I heard something in the bushes.  It wasn't human.



I'll never let my guard down. As soon as you do... the last thing you'll see is the fangs of some type of viper plunging into your face or eyeballs or something.

-M

P.S.  Check out this creepy sign we saw when walking to the beach.


Monday, September 7, 2009

Let's go to Snake Island!!

Woah readers, where've you been?

I'll tell you where I'VE been, and that's Snake Island.

I'll shoot you straight here: I love giant snake movies. The three of you who read this blog know what I mean. You guys know how much I adore a film where a massive toxic-waste-mutated, monster-sized reptile shreds, rips, tears, bites and swallows its way through a wasted two hours of your life.

However, sometimes giant snakes are hard to come by. There's a list of amazing films out there that will transport you into an entire world populated by total idiots who manage to get ripped to pieces and decapitated... just from not using common sense. However, I've been through most of 'em already. When you can't find any more giant snakes, just regular sized snakes will have to do, I guess.

Any moron can tell you that regular-sized snakes can hold a lot more terror for people than the giant-sized ones. You're more likely to see a regular-sized snake in your flower bed, garage, hiking trip or kitchen pantry than a giant-sized one. Well... unless you're Jenny McCarthy in Python. I think she got attacked by a 50' long beast in a garage. (How a 50' long mutant python can fit into a garage is way beyond my knowledge. Go rent some encyclopedias and discover that little piece of geometry for yourself, bud.)

Since you could actually see a regular-sized snake on the way to the grocery store, that might terrify the hell out of you. However, the chances of you seeing a giant-sized snake are pretty slim. Unless you live in the Amazon Rain Forest, a town with a big toxic waste factory, in some secret classified government laboratory or have access to a magic voodoo snake pen.

Anyway, regular-sized snakes are pretty scary if you're terrified of snakes already. Here's a list that I've used in the past that could shed some light on your fears. I'm sure your snake terror could stem from any of these categories:

1. They're gross.
2. They're creepy because they have no legs.
3. Once a snake killed your dad.
4. They bite. With big fangs.
5. The way they move around gives you motion sickness.
6. Steve Irwin told you they're dangerous.
7. They're slithery and fast and kill for fun.
8. They kill cute animals that you're not afraid of.
9. They sneak in, eat all your steak and ruin everyone's lives.
10. They're the ninjas of the animal world.
11. They'll strike at you without warning.
12. They'll strike at you with warning.
13. They eat children.
14. Movies have made them out to be evil.
15. They're evil because of that whole Bible business.
16. You live in Australia.

I suppose those are all pretty valid points. However, I believe that every single one of those points is very, very interesting. For example, if a snake were to slither up to me and encourage me to eat a delicious healthy fruit, I'd sure as hell do it. Also: they have no legs and manage to move faster than certain animals with legs, and that's awesome.

Anyway, so it was with great excitement that I pulled Snake Island out of my mailbox this weekend. The synopsis taken from one of those movie sites says:

"A group of American tourists heading down an African river make a brief stop at Snake Island, an island that has been virtually abandoned for years. When they end up getting trapped on the island overnight, they find thousands of deadly snakes intent on reclaiming the tropical island for themselves."

First thing's first, this movie stars William Katt. A lot of you probably don't know who the hell I'm talking about, but I wish you did. Katt is such an underdog of the celebrity world. He's starred in more "B movies" than Bruce Campbell and appeared on an endless amount of awesome TV shows. From Walker, Texas Ranger and Viper to Murder, She Wrote and Perry Mason, the guy has ruled the obscure television world. He also starred in the movie House (and its sequels!!) which was a really weird but kinda fun pseudo-horror movie in 1986.

However, the man's real claim to fame was starring in an incredible cult-favorite TV series called The Greatest American Hero, which started its run in 1981. Besides having THE BEST DAMN OPENING THEME SONG IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION, it lasted five wonderful years with 44 episodes. Here's the opening introduction from the show:




The bottom line here is that I love this guy. It's a real shame that he can't get his shit together and make a sweet comeback like that Rorschach guy from Watchmen, Mickey Rourke or even Jean Claude Van Damme. He's got fantastic charisma, a great look and could be a great leading man if he found the right role and director. (He recently popped up on an episode of Heroes, so it looks like his agent might have finally been found after being lost in the mountains for 20 years.)

So William Katt plays the part of a lovable novelist who's hopped on this tourist boat to visit Snake Island. He's researching some stuff for his next book, but he openly admits at one point that he has no idea what he's writing about.

The other characters on the boat include:

1. A smooth-talking boat captain guy
2. A loud-mouth obnoxious fat-guy safari expert
3. A hot attorney chick
4. A honeymooning couple
5. A random black woman who talks with an inconsistent accent
6. A slutty blonde tourist guide who ties her shirt up to show her belly
7. A token black man with a random African accent who just hangs out in the background

While sputtering along in the boat, the fat-man-safari-expert tells Katt that there are a lot of legends about snakes on the island. "Snakes?" he asks. "Snakes," the fat guy says. Katt replies, "I hate snakes."

So, William Katt... if you hate snakes, why in God's name did you travel all the way around the world to visit a place called "Snake Island?"

I didn't invent this wheel, readers, I just ride on it.

Anyway, through an incredibly lame set of circumstances, these people crash land on the island and get themselves hilariously stranded. (This actually happens because Katt tries to smash a cobra with a stick and accidentally punctures the super-thin plastic gas tank, pouring all their gas into the river.)

The first thing to note about Snake Island is how awesome the snake placement works. Basically, 90% of this film involves our characters walking into frame and then out of frame, revealing some kind of deadly snake species hanging out or hiding in the background. It also involves what seems like hundreds of random shots of snakes laying around wherever. This happens over and over and over. They must have had a great time coming up with new and exciting places to put these snakes.

The snakes coil around tree limbs, lamps and ceiling rafters... slither around cups, fruit, bowls, chair legs, shower curtains, maps, random pipes, dirty laundry, blankets... and get themselves into shoes, a dead guy's mouth, shirts, toilet bowls, pants and even cop a feel on the token black chick's right boob.

The second thing to note about Snake Island is how the camera will fool you. Sometimes the camera itself is a snake. You'll follow along with it on the ground, through the air, up a tree, right into somebody's face, etc. etc. However... just when you think the snake (which is technically YOU at this point) is about to strike somebody's ankle, arm, head, back or face... SIKE!!!! It was only a camera. The Director of Photography on Snake Island is a tricky bastard, that's for sure.

He puts you, the audience, in a total state of schizophrenia. Are you a snake? Are you a camera? Are you another inanimate object like a CD player? You won't know until it's too late.

Sometimes you'll be completely sure that you're a snake... but just as you go in for the kill, a REAL snake comes into the frame right in front of you!!! "What the hell, man??!?" You'll say to yourself. "I was handling this murder!! I had this covered!! What do you think YOU'RE doing, plastic hooded cobra?? What are YOU doing popping up in front of me, rubber puff adder???"

Editor's note: I wasn't joking about the CD player.

So you're constantly confused... playing a deadly game of "Wheel of Fortune," as you try to guess which method of terror you are. In retrospect, maybe it's kind of awesome. Or not.

The third thing to note about Snake Island is how hilarious the kill sequences work. Basically, we never actually see a human being bitten in this film. I know what you're thinking... a regular-sized snake rampage like Snake Island should have a ton of gory death scenes where people are bitten and maimed all to hell by these slithering demons. Unfortunately, all you'll get are close-ups of surprised faces, "cut-to" shots that'll leave you hanging, boring screams, seizure-looking gestures and lots of falling down.

There's very little, if any, blood in this film. We do, however, get to see some hilarious corpses that have really awesome blatantly obvious white makeup on... and a scene where a guy flails around like he's on fire, covered in rubber snakes that have been glued on to his jacket.

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In every snake movie, there's one sequence or scene that's just unbelievable. I mean there's always one scene that you'll have to rewind and watch again out of pure disbelief. It's always a scene that just makes no sense at all... usually the only thing you'll actually remember from the movie for all the wrong reasons.

A lot of times you'll think you're seeing things... like your TV suddenly got a message from aliens pipelined into your living room... your roommate slipped some bad hallucinogen in your ramen noodles or perhaps its that sign from God that you've been wondering about and waiting for your entire life.

This movie has one that I'll never, ever forget: the dance sequence.

The dance sequence begins when our group of rib-tickling individuals are sitting around the prestigious Snake Island Resort (which is actually just a fence and some bamboo lawn chairs around a little camp fire). They're all talking about the terrifying snake legends... you know... all the stuff that's a blatant warning and basic foreshadowing that everybody's going to die.

During this entire time, snakes (and YOU, apparently, hence all the first-person camera shots) are all gathering around them... watching them from various obvious spots. For some reason there's a big table full of fruit in this amazing catering display right across from the fire. No clue how the hell that got there, but the snakes love to crawl through it, that's for sure.

Anyway, out of nowhere (and I mean OUT. OF. NOWHERE.), the token black woman stands up, goes to the busted CD player and puts in some mysterious CD she pulls out of her ass.

Bad techno music begins.

She strolls over to the fire, and begins to dance. Next, she takes her shirt off. Then her bra.

This is absolutely fantastic. For no reason whatsoever, this woman proceeds to strip in front of these people. Once topless, the slutty blonde tour guide dives into the fun and strips down to her bra. In a slow motion sequence, these two women sensually dance closer and closer... lips almost touching. William Katt gets in on the action a little bit, but his dumb ass is a sorry dancer and wrecks all the sex energy of the scene.

Suddenly the obnoxiously drunken fat-man safari guy gets up, and throws his hands up in disapproval. He turns and walks away from these two topless women dancing in front of a fire with William Katt.

As the techno music builds louder and louder, the snakes come out of their hiding places and show their heads. All of a sudden... the snakes start moving and dancing to the beat.

Here's the part that you may need me to repeat:

The snakes start moving and dancing to the beat.

This is a film that's built up sheer terror by putting deadly cobras, black mambas and a variety of vipers in very accessible and deadly places. This is a film that's slowly gained momentum by telling us stories about brutal deaths and unadulterated reptile mayhem. Then... the snakes start dancing to techno.

What makes it really awesome is that in order to get the snakes to dance to the beat, the filmmakers had to capture the snakes moving, and then reverse the frames backwards and forwards again to imitate the actual rhythm. Just like on America's Funniest Home Videos or a zany dance number on the Disney Channel.

(At one point, one of the deadly cobras sticks its tongue out to the side and nods its head like it's checking out the boobs.)

While we continue to watch this American Band Stand: Snake Island Edition, the obnoxiously drunken fat man safari guy has wandered off by himself to complain about snakes, health care reform and how lame his ex-partner is for dying. Of course, he gets attacked by a shit ton of snakes... and the whole scene is edited together with the techno music and slow-motion topless chicks dancing with William Katt.

Here's some photos in sequence of the fat guy's incredible death scene:





As you can see, the filmmakers glued and clothes-pinned a bunch of awesome rubber snakes on this guy's coat and told him to flail around, looks like they're killin' him. I LOVE this. When you actually go temporarily insane and rent this movie, I'd urge you to watch this in extremely slow motion for the genius.

What follows is your typical snake movie killing spree, with these wriggling death machines taking down the tourists one by one in a variety of ways. At one point, a girl gets attacked in a shower, and the shower curtain is completely see-through with a giant "SNAKE ISLAND RESORT" label written across it in a huge font. I thought that was a neat touch. She ends up panicking, wrapping this transparent shower curtain around her and running aimlessly through the woods, eventually falling down in a random patch of grass. I guess she dies there, or whatever. No clue why this happens.

In one scene, a male and female character decide to make a run for it. In an extremely smart move, they cover their bodies in these thick coats, pants and gloves to keep the biting to a minimal. I'm thinking, "Finally... a move that makes some sense!!!"

Unfortunately, after running a short distance through the woods, the girl stops and says that she's way too hot in all this gear. She proceeds to take her thick coat off... revealing a SNAKE SKIN TUBE TOP. That's right... a little tube top, made of snake skin. I'm thinking, "Finally... the movie gets back on track!"

In the next scene we see her ass running through the woods in a tube top and short shorts.

Another FANTASTIC scene to note is a dream sequence in which a big rubber cobra head talks to a woman, tells her that he's coming to kill her and calls her a bitch.

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Let's check out William Katt's big showdown with the snakes toward the end. In this first frame, we get a too-close-for-comfort shot of Katt staring down a sweet rubber cobra:



That's scary stuff!!!! Now, we see Katt's terrified expression as he looks around for some type of weapon to help him fight this big prosthetic sumbitch:


Holy crap, the tension is too much to bear!!!!! Suddenly, Katt spies something out of the corner of his eye. But wait!!! The rubber cobra also sees it:


Looks like THIS might do the trick:


Katt gives the snake a look of steel and screams, "SCREW YOU!!!!" (As the snake is apparently looking off into the trees somewhere.)


He reaches for the gun, takes it in his capable hands, and fires on the snake from only INCHES away... surely blowing its head completely off:


Unfortunately, Katt didn't count on this cobra being rubber. Apparently, the bullets just bounce right off its head and body, leaving it completely unharmed. Either that... or Katt is just a terrible, terrible shot from only inches away. Either that... or this snake is a damn indestructible cyborg cobra from the future, sent back in time to kill Katt before he can give birth to the one man who can save the world. At any rate... the snake is completely fine:


Katt, in total disbelief, thinks to himself, "Do I really suck THIS bad? Seriously??"

Editor's note: Epic Fail, Katt:


Then suddenly, a strike from behind leaves him completely paralyzed. It seems that our hero has been ambushed!!!!!!


And with that, Katt falls out of frame with that exact face and says, "screw ME!!!!"

(NOTE: NO FRAMES WERE CHANGED OR RE-ARRANGED IN THIS SEQUENCE. THIS IS EXACTLY HOW THIS SCENE PLAYS OUT.)

We're left to believe that he's been devoured by these elusive beasts, but he somehow appears at the end to save the remaining characters in a boat. We have absolutely no idea how he pulls this off or how he's not dead. Never explained.

I guess his agent got all pissed off after being lost in the mountains for so long, and demanded a re-write at the last minute to have his character survive. Unfortunately, they ran out of money and could only show a shot of Katt lying in a boat, completely conscious, with a scratch on his forehead.

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In the end, this movie really doesn't have the laugh factor that your typical giant snake movies do, but I do give it credit for trying. (Especially with the dance sequence and the incredible shit-talking rubber-cobra-head dream scene.)

It's also amazing to see the sheer number of snakes used in this movie. It's unbelievable. Even though there are a lot of CGI snake shots in the film, the majority of it actually uses live highly venomous reptiles.

I have no idea how the snake wranglers managed all of this, because there are shots with literally more than 20 or 30 snakes crawling around, mostly cobras, rattlesnakes and black mambas. The busted DVD has no special features, but I would kill to see some behind-the-scenes footage of all this mess.

It's been my pleasure to bring you another terrible snake movie review. For those of you who've made it this far, I salute you. For those of you who've only skimmed through this thing... I urge you to go back and read it carefully. Somewhere in all this text, is a hidden website and password that will give you an unlimited supply of government cheese for the next five years of your life. Don't miss that opportunity, people.

McClane Out!!!!