I feel like I've been misinterpreting directorial ineptitude as hokey charm, as Anaconda has never seemed so choppy as it did on this viewing. There's still camp value to spare in the effects, Jennifer Lopez's sincerity and particularly Jon Voight's terrible performance. But the movie that was so impossibly fun when I was a teenager now seems slow, sloppy and very, very poorly written. It's still an entertaining jungle adventure movie and a guilty pleasure, but I'm far guiltier now about thinking it's anything more than what it is.
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