When Steven Spielberg released Jaws in 1975, he had no way of knowing that it would come to this. Depending upon your tolerance for this franchise, the Sharknado films are either the most entertaining entries in a barrel-scraping subgenre or exactly the kind of movies that our trivia-obsessed, short attention span culture deserves. The joke is that these movies arent meant to be good, which allows the filmmakers to get away with crap gags, rubbish effects and moronic storylines for the third time. This sequel does open with a bang, however, as the President takes on a Sharknado armed with grenades and machine guns. Theres even a sequence thatd do Roland Emmerich proud (if he had a $1.98 budget) when the Washington Monument crashes down on The White House. Then they ruin everything by relocating the action to Orlando, where celebrities (Jerry Springer, Penn and Teller, Jedward this is the SyFy Channel, after all) phone in hilarious cameos. Just as it becomes tiresome, the filmmakers come up with a foolproof way of grabbing your attention they send David Hasselhoff into space to kill sharks.
Ian Watson is the author of 'Midnight Movie Madness', a 600+ page guide to "bad" movies from 'Reefer Madness' to 'Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead.'
