The title Black Snake Moan sounds more like the porn spoof of a mainstream film rather than the actual title. Unfortunately, the story of this mess of a film is about as good as the plot to Deep Throat Gaggers Volume 4. This film is basically divided into two parts. The first half is bulbous headed pixie slut, Christina Ricci running around in nothing but the tiniest panties. The second half is Sam Jackson and Ricci trying to convince her boyfriend, played by walking, talking Human Pantywaste Justin Timberlake, that they can work things out. Guess which half the Hermit preferred?
Well, despite the provocative title, there is very little to moan about and that black snake has nothing to do with whatever Sam Jackson has in his briefs. Instead we get some sloppy, ill-conceived story about an old blues-man who thinks a young woman's destructive behavior might be due to some kind of mystical craving or some other such nonsense. The story makes little sense, isn't interesting and the drama unintentionally turns comical when the characters try to work through their issues by singing old Mississippi style blues. Samuel Jackson is one of the Hermit's favorite actors but must he accept every single piece of crap role thrown his way?
It was silly but I enjoyed it. How come I wasn't so lucky as a kid?
Posted by: Leo | August 01, 2008 at 04:07 PM