An ancient evil Native American spirit takes on the form of a lethal predatory shark which terrorizes a small seaside community. It's up to several young guys to stop the beast. Sound good and exciting? Well, it just ain't. Man, does this stupendously static stiff strike out something stinky in every possible way: We've got mostly flat acting from a lame no-name cast, insipid characters, way too much sappy soap opera-style sentimental nonsense, some silly mystical mumbo jumbo, infrequent and ineptly staged shark attack scenes, a dull and uneventful story, blah (non)direction (it's hard to believe that legendary Italian sleazemeister Joe D'Amato was involved with this turkey), a painfully plodding pace, zero tension, no nudity, and obvious stock footage for almost all the shots of the shark. Only Charlie Brill as a fishing boat captain manages to inject some much-needed life into this otherwise soporific snoozer. A real snorefest.
Review of Deep Blood
