So here's the not-awaited sequel to the original mega-sleeper, where a big shark kills a couple of extras, then disappears in the cemetery of Hollyweird failures.
And, yep, you guessed well, it follows the age-approved recipe of all pop-corn-bloated sequels. Action-packed, moronic script, cardboard - characters, mindless action, silly soundtrack, lazy direction. And the Meg? I hear you ask.
What Meg? No monster has played a more marginal role in a purported monster movie. I thought I saw somebody feasting on fish tartare at sone point, other than that there is very little to no shark.
Avoid? Hell yeah.
And, yep, you guessed well, it follows the age-approved recipe of all pop-corn-bloated sequels. Action-packed, moronic script, cardboard - characters, mindless action, silly soundtrack, lazy direction. And the Meg? I hear you ask.
What Meg? No monster has played a more marginal role in a purported monster movie. I thought I saw somebody feasting on fish tartare at sone point, other than that there is very little to no shark.
Avoid? Hell yeah.