Mercado 20, Silicon Valley, 4:35pm
120 people in a 450 seat auditorium
Snacks: vegemite sandwich
I missed most of the previews, but who cares? Previews are like foreplay, as long as you get the main feature, you get your money’s worth.
In Anaconda 2: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid, the scariest thing about the title is that they are implying that it will become a series. I guess once you have the program written for a CGI snake, it becomes cheaper and cheaper to run them. Anyways, in this installment, you have a bunch of Sheilas from a pharmaceutical company looking for the titular flower. This is where the plot gets silly. There’s this flower, that can do this medical mumbo jumbo and keep people alive forever. The only problem is that it only blooms once every seven years, and only for two weeks. So they have to rush to find it. Of course, only one has ever been seen (and somebody psychically named it something latinus eternalis), so how do they know all this about its blooming cycle.
This whole flower thing is just an excuse to send a bunch of multicultural hotties down a river with a tight schedule so that they do stupid things and keep justifying it because of how rich they’ll be. They then spend the next half hour justifying why they won’t have sex with each other. This is where all the really bad lines start up, and boy are there a lot of them: “She may be ugly, but she puts out.” “We’re young, and in Borneo, why not?” etc. Unfortunately, the only nipples we see are male, but there are plenty of wet shirts. The cast is a bunch of mostly unknowns, like Johnny Messner, who plays the river guide and learned his craft at the Botox school of acting, where any facial expression is wasted energy. There’s Morris Chestnut, who spent most of the movie yelling at his agent on a cell phone about how Gabrielle Union was supposed to be in this picture. And finally there’s Nicholas Gonzalez, who seems to always play a doctor or med student, even though he obviously can’t even do a simple butterfly stitch.
Thankfully, the movie never gets boring, and before you can say “Crikes! A croc ate my Sheila,” things get more interesting. The cast gets killed off in no apparent sequence, but in a movie like this, screen time is directly proportional to the number of times the actors went down on the director. There may have been some editing issues, because at one point a character says "Two people are dead!" even though there have been way more than two deaths. I can't tell if that's a continuity thing or they were trying to tell us that blondes can't count.
Even though the movie is full of lines like “In the jungle, it’s eat or be eaten” there is no sex of the mammalian kind at all. I think the producers should have chucked the whole snake thing and done a porn movie: Two and a half weeks in Hawaii: The Hunt for the Female Orchid.