Having taken a more serious look at some of my movie selections recently, I decided that I needed to watch something a little less intense, and something with some comedic flair. After some debate with myself, I broke down and watched one of the more recent schlockfests to come around, Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No! (now, I will need to revisit and review part 2).
Plot/ A monstrous tornado unleashes ravenous sharks from Washington, D.C., all the way down to Orlando, Florida.
This may sound a bit crazy, but I have a huge soft spot for schlockfests like the Sharknado franchise. Any time a movie can embrace stupidity and take it to a new level with every installment, it is even better. That is definitely the case with this one, as the third installment may be the most outlandish one yet. Sharks in space, really, who could want more? Yes, the CGI is bad, the dialog laughable, the comedy, and action outlandish, but it is supposed to be, as nothing is taken seriously inside this (or any) entry in the Sharknado franchise. In the end, this cheese-fest is nothing more than a fun ride full of insane cameos and absurdity. Sure, it is mindless, but sometimes we need that type of ridiculous humor to keep us all sane.