Now on to the masterpiece of cinema. Sharknado is a terrible movie. Shocker, I know. It was not just a terrible movie, if it can even be called that; it was an assault on common sense, good taste, brain cells and television itself. And it was a blast.
With all the serious content churned out around Phnom Penh, I am ready to provide some relief from all of the human trafficking documentaries. A whirling, chainsaw to shark-face break from all that is serious, just to indulge in what is often lost…the ability to just laugh and enjoy oneself at utter ridiculousness.
I will be offering drink specials to better enjoy all that a cyclone of confused Great Whites has to offer. You can watch Tara Reid (how has she not overdosed yet?) and other people that I will never bother to IMDB their careers because they are more depressing than Street 51 at 4 am. If you don’t believe my hype, I simply ask you Google this for yourself. The Twittersphere is going crazy; midnight showings were sold out across America. This is a cult classic in the making. Sharky history in the making. And if you don’t catch this one, how will you know the story arch when the inevitable “Sharkano” comes out? Lava infused sharks of doom. And what about “Sharkalanche?” come on, snow is just cold water, how wouldn’t that work.
Bring the kids!