Sharknado

I considered not reviewing this film because it is so bad I genuinely don’t believe it deserves the oxygen of publicity, even the limited amount that I can offer it with my little blog. There is a tendency that when somebody tells you a film is so bad it’s hard to believe, that will make you want to see it for yourself. The last thing I want to do is promote this film, but I need to write about it to get it out of my system.

Those of you who are regular readers may remember that I previously reviewed the impossibly bad Dinoshark and committed to giving up with these nonsense films, made for the Syfy channel and that have become a cult phenomenon. However, at my friends on a Friday night, having prepared to watch Schindlers List (a classic that is shamefully missing from my films-seen repertoire), we found it had got a little late and the likelihood of me staying awake for the duration of that film was minimal. Looking for something shorter, my friend uttered words that sent a shudder down my spine; “I’ve still got Sharknado recorded”. My head went into my hands, before I took a deep breath, made a significant adjustment to my estimated enjoyment of the evening and said, “Fine, go on then”.