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It was like "Def Comedy Jam": audience members yelling at the screen, laughter, gasps, more laughter, and a lot of hissing.

A lot.

"Snakes on a Plane" did, indeed, deliver.

Evening started out on a rooftop in Alphabet City, drinking white wine from Portugal. Enjoyed the company of new and old friends. Took in the gorgeous view of the city. Was able to talk rack-of-lamb-with-fig-reduction with Scarny's roommate. Finally trekked to the theater, anticipating lines galore, but we succeeded in getting our group of five to sit together.

The hissing started before the credits began and never let up.

Cheers broke out when Sam Jackson delivered the line that will surely win him some sort of award.

The movie had everything: nudity, tasers, profanity, a Chihuahua, make-shift blow torches, Champ from "Anchorman", that dude from "Good Burger"... and SNAKES.

Go see it -- how can you deny yourself this experience?