"Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)" is a guilty pleasure, no doubt. Only the most whitebread, Spencer's-shopping skateboard riding mall trash would admit without a modicum of guilt that they enjoy listening to such corny emo funk.
But that's precisely why the song is better than the movie: the overwrought, over-the-top sentimentality. Without the "kiss me goodbye" chorus and those silly disco synth-strings at the beginning, the song would be your everyday cheesy alterna-crap single that inexplicably tops Modern Rock singles charts.
But Cobra Starship has ended up being the band that is so bad, they're good.
Here I was expecting "Snakes on a Plane" to be a campy, silly film. Instead, it was an awful (in a non-ironic way) action film. Indeed, it was another dumb summer action blockbuster. Usually, I avoid such corporate dreck. But I was the idiot for thinking that this would be Rocky Horror 2.0.
Of course this movie has its moments. But even those moments are basic comic relief which any action movie has. They were meant to be funny. I would love to tell you the few ironically funny moments, but I don't want to ruin them for you in case you do see it.
"SoaP(Bring It)" is the exact opposite. Not since "Ghostbusters" has a pop song been used solely as a commercial for a summer film. It's a good thing the song is mallpunk fluff; twenty years down the road, we will be laughing at this genre, not indie pop or post-punk.
Come to think of it, even the "ooh I'm ready for it" bridge is brilliant. "Ooh I'm ready for it" encapsulates what the movie couldn't: the hype itself. Cobra Starship might be the world's most famous male cheerleaders.
Sure the song sucks, but that's exactly what you need after a snake bites.
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