Another one here I may have missed the boat on, but again, it's too good to pass up: we all sat forward a little uneasily a month or so ago when a deadly Egyptian cobra went missing from the Bronx Zoo. Though in the end there was absolutely nothing to panic about - the daggum thing was less than 20 feet from its case and never left the reptile house - and indeed, we even made light of the situation (see photo), the inherit peril remains: a deadly snake on the loose in a city environment with its myriad hiding spots is terrifying. So what about, say, a hundred of them? In a sizable community located on an island? Oh yeah, it's Island of the Cobras!The lowdown: a boat carrying a load of 100 prize-cobras (for research, zoo delivery, who cares, it isn't important) passes by idyllic _______ Island of the coast of __________ and gets caught in a storm, sinks, dispelling its cargo (the snake crates) which wash up on shore. Once discovered by a drunken couple wandered away from a beach party, the crates are opened and the cobras unleashed. They kill most of the beach party-goers and make their way inland.
A sheriff, maybe a deputy - some sort of law enforcer - discovers the bodies and just as they're figuring out the cause of death, the cobras begin attacking all over the island. From there it's just simple math: eliminate the cobras before they eliminate the people.
This can be done with only one snake - they're sneaky, lethal devils - but what's good with one is awesome with a hundred, in my book. And for an added holiday flair, make the island Ireland and call it St. Patrick's Day.
I would never be able to actually write this film, being severely ophidiophobic. I'm already going to have visceral nightmares just for writing this post. But I still think it would make a swell movie, if you like that sort of thing.
