My faith in Sammy Jackson
Is there anyone's ass that Samuel L. Jackson can't kick? I'm really starting to believe that he chooses roles based solely on the question of whether or not he'll get to kill someone/something previously unkilled. I can honestly say no part of the theater-going experience gives me more pleasure than seeing Sam Jackson beat the living shit out of everybody in the room. I saw a commercial today for Snakes on a Plane in which, for a split second, I saw Sammy firing a harpoon. A HARPOON! How does anyone get a harpoon on a plane? Don't ask Sam Jackson that, or he might shoot you with a concealed harpoon. Maybe he took it from the set of 'Deep Blue Sea.' He would have been entitled, too. Why would a director let a shark eat Sam Jackson? For that matter, why does he always seem to be the victim of a horribly gruesome death? I seem to recall him being shreaded by raptors in Jurassic Park, shot by a stewardess in Jackie Brown, and thrown out the window by Anakin 'wussy boy' Skywalker in Episode III. What's wrong with these people? Don't they know that he could "strike down upon them with great vengeance and furious anger?" Go see Snakes on a Plane, I'm positive that if you look into his eyes as he strangles/steps on/bites into one of the countless snakes, you'll see a hint of sadness. Let this man have some love. As I'm sure Sir Winston Churchill once said, give that crazy muther****er his harpoon.