Ok, movie people, this has to stop. At first it was cute. I enjoyed watching Hulk Hogan's daughter try to "act" while the not-as-attractive O'Connell brother hammed it up as the salty sea captain in Two-Headed Shark Attack. Malibu Shark Attack? I was right there with you. Ditto Deep Blue Sea, Shark Attacks I, II, and III, Shark Night, Mega Shark v. Crocosaurus, and Megaladon. Sure, you suspended my belief, and there are really only so many times I'll buy the "we genetically modified the sharks to - fill in beneficial for mankind solution here- before I start wondering why people don't learn from their mistakes.
And then came Sharknado. Like the deep fried oreo, it took a guilty pleasure and intensified it. A former 90210 resident AND Tara Reid running from sharks that were transported trhough the sky via tornado??? It was too good to be true. And we Blessed the Syfy gods for not ending their genuis with Sharktopus.
But then....Sharknado took off. It started trending on twitter (I blame the genius of Wil Wheaton's live tweets for that).
And now, Ghost Shark....Sharkavalanche.....and any number of other ridiculous shark movies (ones even more incomprehensible than the Brooke Hogan-helmed "Two-Headed Shark").
....of course, none of this will stop me for rooting for Sharknado 2
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