Last year, a cheesy made-for-TV movie called Sharknado achieved a level of fame far out of proportion to its merits. In this joyously inane motion picture, an unexpected hurricane the worst kind churns up the waters off the southern California coast and starts depositing man-eating sharks the worst kind on to the streets of Los Angeles, making rush-hour traffic even more maddening than usual. Oddly, in a jarring lapse of authenticity and narrative cohesion, no other species of fish get involved. Nor are there any whales or dolphins or octopuses or seals or walruses flying through the Santa Monica air. It's Sharknado, not Squidnado.
The sharks, to their credit, do not seem all that surprised to find themselves thrashing about on the northbound lane of the freeway or swimming around people's living rooms. They do what sharks always do; they put on their game face and start noshing. Predictable mayhem ensues as battle-tested beach police and one feisty, bikini-clad waitress teach the airborne tigers of the deep not to bite off more than they can chew. Sundered families are reunited, young love is kindled, addled drunks demonstrate guts one would not have expected in such jaded burnouts, and sharks, as usual, meet their match largely because humans have access to helicopters and explosives and science, which sharks do not. Humanity, as the saying goes, takes a licking, but it keeps on ticking. The explosives really helped; without them, the City of Angels would have been toast.
Continue reading...Source: http://www.theguardian.com/film/2014/apr/17/sharknado-2-celebrities-sequel
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