[Review] – The Meg (2018)

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Directed by: Jon Turteltaub

Starring: Jason Statham, Li Bingbing, Rainn Wilson

A scientific research station discovers a hidden ecosystem at the bottom of the sea, unwittingly releasing a giant fuck-off shark back into the wider ocean, in this cheesy, schlocky Jaws analogue.

The Meg is the latest movie to try and capture the daft magic of 1999’s Deep Blue Sea (the best shark movie, shut up you know I’m right), but not even Jason Statham splashing around like a cockney trout as an implausibly muscular Marine Biologist can rescue this film from it’s own fractured identity.

What The Meg doesn’t do, much to its detriment, is capitalise on the outright absurdity of it’s premise. It’s not a snooze-fest by any means, but there are far too many ‘down’ moments for a film of this type, and it feels like it doesn’t know what it wants to be. Is it a full-on violent action comedy that revels in the silliness? Is it a taut thriller with larger than life characters? I don’t think the film even knows, and it commits to neither.

The posters and pre-release hype would have you believe that it is a lovingly crafted ode to absolute nonsense, when in actual fact it takes itself entirely too seriously for quite a lot of the movie. It spends too much of its run-time either over-explaining where The Meg comes from (like, the ocean is extra deep or something?), or showing us boring conversations between boring people, all while the aphrodisic prospect of Statham vs Megashark hangs in the background, slowly rotting away.

To it’s credit we are eventually allowed the pleasure of a nautical knife fight between The Stath and The Meg, and a few awe-inspiring moments where we get to see Meg’s sheer scale, but it offers us these moments in controlled doses when you’re begging for the whole syringe. There are fleeting moments of schlocky violence and absurdity, but it doesn’t quite revel in these moments in the way even a movie like Pirhana 3D, which knows exactly what it wants to be and goes for it, would have.

The Meg wants to be Jaws on anabolic steroids, but it’s more akin to Jaws on yoga and vegan protein shakes. It’s bigger and it looks better, sure, but it does so while being predictable and safe, and maybe a little bit too reserved.

[Review] – Shark Lake: Dolph vs Shark (2015)

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Starring: Dolph Lundgren, Sara Malakul Lane, Lily Brooks O’Briant

A black market exotic animal dealer unwittingly unleashes mayhem when he dumps a pregnant bull shark into a lake in this low-budget, mildly entertaining creature feature.

This debut feature from commercial director Jerry Dugan follows the story of Officer Meredith Hernandez, a small town cop on the tail of an exotic animal trafficker (played with powerful indifference by action super-genius and Easter-Island Statue impersonator Dolph Lundgren) who crashes his car into a lake during a high speed chase, releasing an aggressive bull-shark and her offspring upon the unsuspecting townsfolk.

The acting in Shark Lake is shockingly bad across the board, the visual effects would be vastly improved if you developed cataracts, and the sound levels are less consistent than Primark’s t-shirt sizes. There are scenes that start and end at random times, sometimes in the middle of sentences. There is stock footage inserted at different aspect ratios to the rest of the movie, and a shark puppet that looks less real than Hulk Hogan’s punches. Yet somehow, I didn’t hate it. I actually kind of liked it.

At one point, while our leading lady is reading a police record about Lundgren’s character, it lists his hair colour as blue and his eyes as ‘blonde’. It’s not deliberate in any way and only lingers for a brief moment on screen,  but it conjures up the hilarious image of Dolph Lundgren cosplaying as a massive, beefy version of James from Team Rocket. This is the sort of ineptitude and disregard to detail that makes a true good-bad movie, and I love it.

I specifically chose this film over the likes of ‘Five-headed Shark Attack‘ or ‘Sharktopus‘ because of two reasons. One, it stars Dolph fucking Lundgren dummy. And two, Shark Lake doesn’t try to pander to the audience as a ‘manufactured’ bad movie. It wants to be a good movie, yet it is a bad movie with absolute blithering sincerity. That is why it works.

There are a few genuinely good scenes, mostly centring around Garreth Ross – a celebrity hunter and documentarian – who turns up to capture the shark. He’s a geniune charicature, complete with slicked back hair, leather jacket and English accent that wouldn’t be out of place in a mid-80’s Bond movie. His arrogant charisma transcends the movie for the few scenes he’s in, and gives you false hope that Shark Lake might actually be genuinely great. Then he gets in the water, fails to take the threat seriously and gets devoured instantly.

But like a massive Scandinavian version of Atlas, Dolph Lundgren picks up the movie ten minutes before the end and carries it to its conclusion, utilising a variety of grimaces, grunts and barely-audible one-liners on the way. By the time the credits rolled around I hadn’t had a single thought towards my own self-immolation, which is more than I can say about anything the SyFy Channel has put out. Check it out, it’s really not as shit as it looks.

[Review} – Dark Tide (2012)

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Directed By: John Stockwell

Starring: Halle Berry, Olivier Martinez, Ralph Brown

One year after her dopy mates were munched by a pissed off great white, a debt-ridden diving tutor agrees to take a rich businessman and his unwell-looking son out into the water in this dreary nautical thriller.

Dark Tide (or Darktide?) stars Halle Berry as Kate Something-Or-Another, a shark expert with a tragic past who is coaxed against her better judgement into confronting her aquatic demons. Berry is supposed to be the lead hero of the film, but to be honest you could probably replace her with a slightly water damaged shop mannequin and achieve the same result. She is wooden and uncharismatic, lacks any gravitas, and is overshadowed by a far superior supporting cast.

The french boyfriend (let’s call him Pierre because I can’t remember the characters’ actual name) is charming and cocky. He is effortlessly cool and interesting, even though it’s obvious that the only dive he is interested in is straight into Halle Berry’s pants. The british deckhand, whom we shall call George III, (yes I know I could google it) is funny and endearing and lightens the early scenes with a few sharp one-liners. The rich businessman, played with a slightly angry but ultimately likeable arrogance by British actor Ralph Brown, is a father desperately trying to find something in common with his weedy and anoemic-looking son.

The underwater scenes are quite impressive, and it’s pretty hard to tell when they make the switch from a real shark to a CGI one. It’s all a bit dark and muddled down there, which makes it rather difficult to see who’s guts are getting chewed on, but other than that the cinematography is quite good.

The pacing, on the other hand, is an issue. Nothing really happens between the first course and the second, and there’s a clear hour of character work in between. It establishes who these people are and why it matters when they get eaten, but without any tension to spice it up it’s something of a slog to get through.

Halle Berry decides to call the businessman’s bluff after he puts them at risk, stubbornly taking him to the place where the biggest, crankiest, smelliest, most gangster sharks live. She tells him if he sees a shark to “hit it in the snout”, which incidentally is exactly the same way I feel about James Corden. Predictably, everything goes tits northwards. The boat basically falls to pieces and gets flipped over by a massive wave, tipping the whole buffet into the water. Being at the mercy of the sea’s foremost biting experts seldom ends happily, anda small amount of carnage ensues.

Unfortunately. this is literally one hour and forty minutes into the movie, and it’s far too dark to see what’s going on.  Tonally, the final fifteen minutes do not match the rest, and it becomes an absolute mystery as to who is being eaten and who isn’t.

However, there is a really awesome bit where a shark swims up to one of the characters  and eats his leg and he barely reacts at all, so I suppose in hindsight this is a 10 out of 10 movie.

[Review] – Bait 3D (2012)

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Directed By: Kimble Rendall

Starring: Sharni Vinson, Julian McMahon, Xavier Samuel

A group of misfit strangers are trapped in a flooded supermarket by a tidal wave in this tense low budget gem.

If you thought the worst shopping experience of all time was the Black Friday sale at T.K Maxx, then spare a thought for the poor fuckers in this movie.

After an attempted robbery takes a turn for the worse and a hostage is killed, a beachfront supermarket is crushed beneath a sudden tidal wave. Not only are the shoppers stuck inside, trying to survive alongside a pair of ruthless criminals, but mother nature’s angriest aquatic asshole – the great white shark – has come to snap up the special offers too. Continue reading

[Review] – Planet of the Sharks (2017)

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Directed By: Mark Atkins

Starring: Brandon Auret, Stephanie Beran, Lindsay Sullivan

Waterworld meets Mad Max by way of Jaws in this baffling barrage of bollocks.

In the opening moments of this absolute clusterfuck of nonsense, we are told that 98% of the world is now covered in water, and the survivors of the human race must live on floating shanty-towns in the middle of the ocean-planet. In addition to this, an army of sharks (which we are told numbers in the thousands, despite never seeing more than ten fins at a time) are hell-bent on chomping the limbs off every struggling actor in sight.

Oh, and there is something about a rocket and a volcano too. Continue reading

It’s Shark Week! A Whole Week! Of Sharks!

Here at Twisted Biscuits, we love sharks. Not only do they swim real good and have bodacious dorsal fins, but they also excel at tearing the limbs from unsuspecting seafarers.

Or, at least, they do in the movies.

Sharks in real life aren’t quite as inherently evil and ruthless as the SyFy channel would have you believe, and they very rarely munch on the meat of man. Having said that, two questions burn at the forefront of our mind:

1: Who the fuck wants to watch a movie about a big nice fish that doesn’t do anything?

And 2: If these killer shark movies didn’t exist, what exactly would Tara Reid do with her time?

In celebration of these underwater teeth-bags, we will be shining our blog-based beacon on some dreamy denizens of the deep blue sea by reviewing a shark movie EVERY SINGLE DAY for a whole week!

Tune in later this evening for the first review, and let us know your favourite shark movies in the comments!

One love,

Owen

[Review] – Chernobyl Diaries (2012)

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Directed by: Brad Parker

Starring: Jesse McCartney, Johnathan Sadowski, Olivia Dudley

Insufferable American shitbags meet out-of-focus radioactive cannibals in this hapless shocker from the creator of Paranormal Activity.

Much like Oren Peli’s ghost-nonsense series, Chernobyl Diaries is predictable and bland, somehow flattening the irradiated city of Pripyat’s built in atmosphere into a run-of-the-mill slasher, except without any of the occasional gore and tension the genre normally provides.

Aside from a chance encounter with a bear and the slight whiff of government conspiracy at the conclusion, this is little more than an hour and a half tour through various horror cliché’s, from creepy kids and broken down cars to melty-faced mutants and flickering torches. Continue reading

The Ballad of Slippery Reese – A Poem

 

 

This is the ballad of Slippery Reese,

who was born all covered in grease.

It softened his flesh and his bones turned to dough,

so he could squeeze into crevice or crease.

 

He had a peculiar trick where he made himself slick

and slid under windows and doors.

He would flatten right down to the girth of a pound

and flap his flat limbs on the floor.

 

Despite this incredible gift,

it was a matter of ‘when’ and not ‘if’

Reese would turn his attention to crime,

but The Flat Bandit was captured with nary a fuss,

cause the police tracked the trail of slime.

 

A jury decreed he should hang for his deeds,

for they could not have a freak such as he loose.

Eventually though, they just let him go,

‘cause his neck wouldn’t stay in the noose.

Dodie – A Poem

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Dodie

Dodie doesn’t know what his captors are,
or what they want.

They speak an odd language
that Dodie doesn’t understand.

Sometimes, they tie Dodie up by the neck
and drag him through the streets.

Other times, they make Dodie perform simple tricks
for their amusement.

The tall and ugly things seem pleased by his obedience
and they offer him rewards.

So Dodie sits, Dodie begs, Dodie rolls over and plays dead,
all the while plotting his revenge.

by

Owen Morgan

The Eternal Thicket – A Poem

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The Eternal Thicket

There is a secret forest
on the outskirts of town,
where the desperate are called
so to never be found.

It is hidden from most
and graces no map,
it exists within a sort of
‘temporal gap’.

It is a gloomy old place
from Autumn through Spring,
where the insects are still
and the birds never sing.

When a person arrives
with intentions to end,
a voice from the forest
whispers to them.

It asks them to ‘stand very still
and wish very hard,
for the Gods in the leaves
will turn skin into bark.”

“A tree will be borne
from the soul left behind
until body and vine
are forever entwined”

It is a simple offer,
and many have picked it.
The newest recruits
to the Eternal Thicket.

There are rows upon rows
as far as can see,
an army of people
who, now, are a tree.

It is easy to tell
if you know where to look,
when this curious process
has been undertook.

If you feel quite so brave
as to climb up the trunk
you’ll see shapes in the bark
where their faces are sunk.

Arms become branches,
and fingers grow thin,
if you snap them in half
you’ll find bones are within.

I suspect you have doubts
about a story so strange,
but there is one little detail
you’ll never explain.

When the process begins,
and their bodies are taken,
It is a very quick thing
and they rarely are naked.

Whatever they wore,
when the forest took hold,
still adorns their new form,
and a story is told.

Some branches sport gold,
or some count the hours,
and most of the trunks
are still wearing trousers.

Owen Morgan

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