Guaranteed better than the movie where Samuel L. Jackson wore a kilt for some reason.

the Next Great American Film: Snakes on a Plane.

I ask Agent the name of the project, what it’s about, etc. He says: Snakes on a Plane. Holy shit, I’m thinking. It’s a title. It’s a concept. It’s a poster and a logline and whatever else you need it to be. It’s perfect. Perfect. It’s the Everlasting Gobstopper of movie titles.

I say to Agent: “Tell me nothing else. Get me the script and put me on the phone with those lucky bastards at New Line Cinema!”

That is from the blog of one Josh Friedman, a screenwriter who is hilarious (Josh, if you check your stats, I’m available to consult on a movie about a blogger who… uh… okay, it needs a hook). Anyway, I have been going through the archives and it’s pretty good stuff.

Secondary link: an interesting article in the Post about the Grand Theft Auto video game franchise

Tito is certain that “San Andreas” was designed by “gringos.” “Don’t we gotta be some sort of gang-bangin’, PCP-sellin’ Mexicans who like to shoot? Isn’t that what people think?” he asks.

Brendan thinks that “a diverse group of guys, blacks and whites and Latinos” (“and some girls”), came up with “San Andreas.” “It’s gotta be made by people who know what they’re talking about, right?”

With the help of a tattoo artist, a screenwriter and a rap photographer from Los Angeles, “San Andreas” was actually developed in Scotland.

As far as I’m concerned, this is just another reason that Scotland is awesome, but I suspect the Post is aiming to make a different point altogether.