Our review of an Asylum-made giant killer shark movie, created specifically to pop up first in random Netflix searches. All web-based culture critics are contractually obliged to touch on the Asylum at some point. Where can I wash off? I feel greasy…Oh, hai, Carmen Electra.
One of these days, someone should start up a site dedicated to reviewing shark attack movies and only shark attack movies. There has to be enough of the things to do it by now.
More than enough…in fact, stop trying to give me ideas. Now it’s in my head and I’ll never be able to dislodge it…I could spend a month on the Jaws sequels alone, to say nothing of the inexplicably-still-growing Piranha “franchise” (of which Piranha 2: The Spawning is still the best flying piranha movie ever made). Oh, hell…the temptation is building…
No one should submit themselves to that. No one!
Hey, you put the idea down on the table. Somebody’s gonna pick it up eventually. Chekhov would spin in his grave if someone didn’t.
I paid $1500 to have a back piece of the double headed shark tatted on me 3 weeks before the movie aired. After I watched it I checked myself into a rehab program.
I thought that was you. I would’ve started a conversation, but I was too busy fighting the alien cockroaches to be sociable.
This is the worst movie I have ever seen, horrible grafics and a very bad story, it is a waste of time.
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