When a freak tornado filled with sharks hits LA, former pro surfer turned bar owner Fin (Ian Ziering) flees the coast with his waitress/girlfriend Nova (Cassie Scerbo). They drive inland to check on Fin’s ex-wife April (Tara Reid) and their kids. But the sharks are everywhere.
Sharknado is a made-for-TV D-movie that uses this fact as license to do whatever the hell it wants, with the worst possible special effects, acting or writing. And that’s exactly what makes it absolutely awesome. It’s the perfect movie to get drunk to and laugh until you cry. Which is exactly what I did.
One look at the concept of the movie tells you pretty much everything you need to know about it. It’s insane and nobody cares that nothing in it or about it makes any sense. Shut up, logic, and have a drink. But even with those prerequisites, the sheer amount of what the fuckery was still staggering.
I mean, the sharks are apparently only about 20cms high, if at all, as they can attack people in ankle-high water without being seen. They can also swim underneath cars. Houses can be flooded so high that a shark can swim in, but if you go out the front door, there’s no water outside. Apparently Fin and three other people are the only ones who think about driving inland. And since the other three don’t manage to time a wave that’s sweeping over the freeway ramp, but Fin can, the freeway is completely empty. It’s obviously the only way to get on the freeway.
The special effects really are something special – the worst mix between awful CGI and stock footage that you can possibly imagine. The cast is generally not made up from the strongest actors but they were obviously directed not to act at all. The plot is just a chain of clichés. The dialogues are atrocious.
And it all comes together beautifully in a movie the badness of which is so staggering it basically becomes a work of art. It’s wonderful, but only if you have enough alcohol with you.
Summarizing: Don’t forget the alcohol and have a great night.