The life of people in Los Angeles turns down upon a great and dangerous hurricane, that causes havoc and many loses, arising from the attack of the dangerous eating men of sharks, that invade the world, leading the lives of many to death, the thing that makes people struggle against survival.
Every so often, something comes along that puts a skip in your step, makes your heart flutter, and sets your imagination ablaze with possibility.... If you're really lucky... it'll be a swirling mass of bloodthirsty sharks.
Sharknado was born to suck, but I'm hesitant to accuse its enthusiastic viewers of being rubes. The prime reason: I'm an enthusiastic viewer of it too.
With few tricks up its sleeve, Sharknado only adds to the list of hysterical Syfy monster-dramas that make for a shamelessly brainless 90 minutes well-spent.
Like other midnight specials, Sharknado is made for mockery, but it lacks the sincerity that have made The Room and Birdemic: Shock and Terror, so richly laughable.
Oh sure, it's easy to pick holes in a story about a weather system that makes it possible for sharks to fly and take to the streets, but that's the whole point of movies like this: fabulous in-home commentary.
