I Have Some Mean Things to Say about Sharknado

Rubbish. Garbage. Trash.

  

I would say “Manufactured Dreck” if the term “manufactured” didn’t imply some degree of effort.

Sharknado is the product of making a film based on a title. Its tagline is “Enough Said,” as if the absurdity of its concept is all it needs. It is born of the millennial wink-wink nudge-nudge irony where filmmakers feel obliged to let the audience know they’re in on the joke.

The acting is trash. The script is trash. The effects are trash. The directing is trash. The editing is trash. The lighting is trash. The sound design is trash. Trash. Trash Trash Trash.

The only compliment I can pay to it is that it is exactly what it sets out to be – inept in every conceivable manner.

There is no joy in Sharknado.

Burn it to the ground and spread the ashes in the sewers.