DVD Reviews for 3/17: Special Spring Break Shark Attack Edition
By Peter Sobczynski
Posted 03/17/06 15:55:03
In which your faithful critic drools over some comely Irish lasses, extolls the virtues of the best film of 2005 and finally breaks down and pens a few words on one of the biggest pieces of crap to ever appear on television (non-Matt LeBlanc-related division)
The fact that “Spring Break Shark Attack,” the cheesy TV movie that became an instant camp classic when it appeared on the tube almost exactly one year ago this week, is now available on DVD for anyone with $14.95 and the nerve to buy it in public to watch over and over again is frankly kind of stunning. Then again, I never would have expected that a major network like CBS would have had the cajones to produce and broadcast it in the first place–this is the kind of film that even the Sci-Fi Channel might have had quality-control issues with–so I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised to learn that they believe that there is actually an audience waiting out there to purchase it. The sad and tragic thing is that they are probably right and it may well turn out to be a weirdo cult success after all.
Just in case you happen to pick up this movie on the assumption that it will be a serious and sober investigation of the tragedies that can occur when spring breakers at a Florida beach (unconvincingly portrayed by South Africa, a fact slightly suggested by the mountains that can often be seen in the background) are suddenly attacked by a gazillion tiger sharks, the opening scene should dissuade you from that notion. In it, a group of women, whom I believe are supposed to suggest the Desperate Housewives (which the filmmakers cunningly suggest by having the women refer to themselves as “housewives” and “desperate” while saying a toast to their dead fellow housewife), are attacked and killed by a group of sharks for no other reason than to allow the film to thumb its nose at its time-slot rival. It turns out (SPOILER WAR–oh who cares?) that failing resort owner Bryan Brown (apparently having come to the conclusion that “F/X 3" just ain’t happening) is trying to lure business back to his part of the beach by luring sharks to the new hot spot by throwing chum in the waters. He probably would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for a group of meddling kids, led by smart girl Shannon Orico, who figure out his scheme and manage to save the day, after the inevitable sequence of extended carnage, of course.
The problem is that even the most addled spring breakers are unlikely to return to the beach after seeing their pals chomped up by what appears to be a couple of hundred sharks, so the filmmakers have to delay the title attack for as long as possible in order to stretch the story out to fit a two-hour time slot. Although there is the occasional brief attack, most of the first three-quarters of the film is dedicated to such subplots as the smart girl quarreling with her overprotective dad, a couple of caddish date-rapists and an idiot who is trying to film his own version of “Girls Gone Wild” but who inexplicably turns the camera on himself to gloat at the exact moment when the bikini tops are coming off. As a result, watching the film at times feels like trying to watch a TV-edited version of “The Real Cancun” while someone keeps switching the channel to “Jaws” (okay, “Jaws 3-D”) every twenty minutes for a moment or two.
As a result, much of “Spring Break Shark Attack” is boring but I can still confidently recommend it to fans of ludicrous camp extravaganzas because it does contain more than its fair-share of jaw-dropping moments, the kind that almost make the “Desperate Housewives” bit look staid by comparison. There is the part where the smart girl, under the influence of a roofie, calls her dad, who doesn’t know that she has snuck away to “Florida,” just so that he can appear on the beach during the tearful reunion at the end. There is the sight of a half-eaten sea turtle that looks like something out of a remedial art class. There is the ludicrous sight of two CGI shark fins literally passing through each other thanks to the shoddy special effects. There is the moment when a guy actually parasails right into the waiting jaws of one of the sharks. Best of all, there is the moment where one of our heroes is shot through the arm with a spear and the smart girl decides that, instead of breaking it in half, the best way to remove it is to simply pull it out backwards so that the arrow point can do even more damage. (You have to admire a film where even the Smart Girl is dumber than a bag of hammers.) If the mention of any of these elements has brought a smile to your face, rush out and get this DVD (which, tragically, is as bare-bones as they get–a bummer for those hoping for a Bryan Brown commentary track) as soon as possible–I guarantee that you won’t regret it.
Written by James LaRosa. Directed by Paul Shapiro. Starring Shannon Lucio, Riley Smith, Justin Baldoni, Kathy Baker and Bryan Brown. 2005. Unrated. 88 minutes. A Paramount Home Video release. $14.95,
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