Snakes On A Motherf*ckin' DAY!
It’s already a sold-out show for the endurance portion (regular tix should be still be available though). It’s the most eccentric cause we’ve ever come across. It’s the absolute strangest attempt at providing for that eccentric cause that we’ve ever heard of. And it’s wrapped around what will likely be the shittiest intentional, scripted movie ever made.
And that includes that bullshit Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles rip-off you and your half-retarded friend made back in the third grade. Remember? The one where Splinter turns out to be a Unicorn, and then it's just fifteen minutes of you two trading Pokemon cards? Yeah, this movie will likely be far worse than that cinematic prison toilet.
And to play on how awful it is likely to be, there’s SNAKES ON A DAY! The premise is simple: if you can sit through an entire 24 period of non-stop Snakes On A Plane horror, then you get to walk out of the Alamo without paying for any of those eleven-or-so tickets. But if you leave before the final credits of the final film, then there’s a sliding scale of “donation” amounts that will be sent to a Sri Lankan Venomous Reptile charity of some sort. It’s all a big ol’ bag of crazy, actually, and it just might be the most fun anyone will have with this film. Plus, they’re trying to get the act itself filmed, documentary style, and… well, it’s best summed-up by the man behind this whole operation, Shannon McCormick himself.
Hey Truecraig, thanks for the use of the hall. Well, I think the reason I'm doing this is best summed up by my blog post over on the Snakes on Day website itself. I slept really crappy last night and don't have the energy to retype all that jazz. I'm trying to conserve energy—like a snake—for tonight's big thing. Seriously, the rest of my family is sick, I think I'm getting a cold, I have no idea how I'm going to make it through 24 hours. I'm chugging Maxwell House coffee like a fool and it's not even 11 am on Thursday. Come to the theater tonight or tomorrow (because yes, regular old tickets will be available) to watch me on the verge of death. A bunch of other people are in for the full 24 hours, so I hope they will keep me alive and awake for 24 hours. Why is a man almost 35 years old doing this? Well, as I said, probably best examined over on my blog.And for those of you reading my comments from earlier this week or who think the tenor of my blog posts over at Snakes on a Day are harsh to Truecraig, it was all one big misunderstanding, plus the fun of overstating one's motivations on the Internet. I thought he thought I was some mush-headed liberal, rather than the clear-eyed, obsidian-sharp ironist I really am. Ah, the irony in not seeing that someone else notices your own ironic moves. What's been fun about this project is watching the reaction people have when they hear about what is, after all, a very simple idea. People who know me personally all seem to get where I'm coming from. They think I'm nuts, but they already thought that. People who don't know me have been more likely to get irate about the whole thing. I've been surprised how strong some reactions have been. I guess some people really have a hard time watching other people be foolish, even when that foolishness so clearly occupies that sweet area where people don't know if you're putting them on or not.
Speaking of irony and observation, the audience participation aspect of this has made the documentary side of the project really interesting to me. It's going to be a movie of people watching people watch a movie. Maybe when we're done, we can make a documentary of people watching the documentary.
Let me end by saying that undergoing Snakes on a Day should be the duty of every American. It's a fail-safe way to find out how you would react in a community of your peers if a real hardship came up. Would you crack? Are you a natural leader? The first advocate of eating the bodies? If you don't know in advance how you would handle a Hurricane Katrina, a raging prairie fire, a plane filled with snakes, then remember kids, the terrorists have already won.
For the record, we didn’t know Mr. McCormick until we stumbled across his SNAKES venture, and subsequently kicked it in a previous post. Now we’re all having children together, and as a result the world will likely end by early December. BABIES ON AN APOCALYPSE! Okay then.
All Day Starting At 10pm August 17th and Ending August 18th
Alamo South Lamar
Here is the ticket link for the endurance portion, but it’s probably sold out (still).
Get regular tickets and just witness the man's effort to save the snakes whilst you wonder how anyone could makes such a stupid film.
Do it for the snakes.
