The life of Fin and April, a young courageous and smart couple, who go to Florida, in order to spend the summer holiday, where they face the horrible attack of sharks and tornados, the thing that leads to the destruction of life, has been changed completely, as they have to save the situation.
At around the hour mark, I was checking the clock frequently and despairing for how I spend my time. Unlike the first two movies, it didn't feel like I was participating in a Sharknado night. It felt like I was subjecting myself to it.
Though Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No! delivers bigger stakes, more sharks, more gore, more cameos, and more interaction with its viewers, the third installment to the series is a serious departure from what was appealing about the original.
One might begin to wonder if the franchise is running out of steam - until an amazing last quarter hour which, even with OTT promises in place, manages to turn all the dials one higher.
This is the sequel that chokes by stuffing itself with endless, self-indulgent cameos. This is the sequel that prioritizes product placement, which is so blatant that it becomes a joke in and of itself before it loops back around to insulting.
There is a line of defense the movie throws up, a sort of camouflage, in which the purposely bad is blended with the actually bad, that makes the critic want to pack up his typewriter and repair despairing to the bar.
All I know is that you'll have fun for a hot minute and then gradually start to seriously question how you're prioritizing your life. The true "Sharknado Effect."
To give this film a decent score would be an insult to the many low-budget features out there that scrape every penny they can find together to produce something good.
Here's one thing that's rarely complained about in a review: The acting and dialogue in Oh Hell No! are not bad enough. Partially, this can be credited to less screen time for Tara Reid.
