In Jessy Tererro's raucous debut feature, Nashawn (Kevin Hart) takes his multi-million-dollar court judgment (awarded after he suffered a galling indignity on a major air carrier) and damn! buys his own airline. Nashawn World Airlines (NWA) aims for the African-American market, but is strictly for the players: The craft is pimped out, with spinning rims and hydraulics; on board it's sexy stews, hip-hop lounge, white leather and cognac (unless you're seated in Low Class, which resembles a bus station sponsored by Colt 45). NWA's maiden voyage is fraught with trouble -- not least of which is that its pilot (Snoop Dogg), hired by Nashawn's dumb thug brother (Method Man), appears to have received his aeronautical training at a state correctional facility. Borrowing liberally from Airplane!, with some influence from the lesser-known 1976 transportation comedy The Big Bus, Soul Plane is a steady stream of juvenile and profane humor. It's at least an equal-opportunity offender dogging blacks, whites, women, men, gays, Arabs, Sikhs, fatties, the blind and even West Coast Gs. And in case you're keeping score in these ever-evolving rapper wars, Snoop Dogg is substantially funnier than Method Man.