The production meeting for SYFY channels bigwigs must have gone down something like this...how can we make a televisual disaster caper AND mesh it with an old-schooled creature feature? The brainstorming sessions are imagined in a vast plethoric ludicrousness on the way towards a tornado armed with feisty fish fodder - supplanting other facetious sea-shacked force majeures in: 'Birthquake: time eels all wounds', 'Octocano', and 'Blubbernami' - plugged with the weary-eyed cameo of expired 'Pie' actress (and surgical disaster) Tara Reid. The tongue-in-cheek synopsis, or even such title, affords the film to do away with any provincial intellectualism in revitalising the heart of the B-movie, whilst also proving the prowess of social media in cultivating a craze, and it's a welcoming resuscitation to a genre that has all too often taken itself far too seriously in the 21st Century. Amongst a foray of time-travelling horror films tackling issues worryingly close to the chest, be it an excellently contrived CTD (cinematically transmitted disease) in the anachronistic 'It Follows', the nostalgic Argento-inspired haunted squat-house with a twist in 'We Are Still Here' or Eli Roth's pretentious Amazonian riff on the 'Cannibal Holocaust' in 'the Green Inferno' - it seems there is a common misdirection for the horror film to delve back into the past to rediscover its epicentre and identity ensnared in a foggy abyss of rhizomic anaesthetisation, a genre became lost in a dispersion of its soul unto a litany of hybridisations. The horror fan, thus, can find sentimental solace in this whirlwind of a social-media piranha that is Sharknado; it's formulaic nonsense, batshit-crazy solutions, emotionless actors, superfluous CGI, OTT gore, it's puns and parodies, rambunctious deaths, even the name 'Tara Reid' front-lining its cover. Realistically, it's not an anthology that will be lauded in optimism by the ardent film critic - literally fathoms away from Oscar-winning fare - and it was never meant to be, it's eponymous surfer-dude hero 'Fin' of a Brosnan-Slater-Campbell tapestry offing inflight hammerheads with a chainsaw. Yet, for the fourth time in history, it's gonna start raining sharks...hallelujah.
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