Land Shark borders on "so bad it's funny", but sadly takes itself just a fraction too seriously to get there. The story is absurd, the writing preposterous, the acting could be beaten out by a decent number of high school productions, and the special effects ... aren't.
The film's highlight is the singular shot of the land shark moving up/across the one bit of beach they got a permit to shoot on, and the lowlight the infuriating beep of the tracker that runs in the foreground sound channel for a good 30% of the film, or more. The land shark's collection of semi-feline growls & roars are just mystifying.
Don't hold your breath to see the full shark model - it doesn't show up until around 46 minutes in; and when it does, leaves more questions than it resolves. You'll understand more if you can make it to that point of the film.
The only - and I'm pretty sure about this - saving grace of the film is that the lead - Sarah French - acts rings around the rest of the cast. She's the only person on screen who doesn't sound like her lines were being delivered by a bicycle courier with a flat tyre & sore legs. Although, the derro - who I'm reasonably suspicious was meant to be a running gag - comes in a strong second, on the strength of his death scene.
It's a train wreck of a film, but get yourself as sauced up as the eyewitness interviewed just before the two fishermen, and you might make it through. I give it 2/10 because it's following the same story at the end as it did at the start (and maybe that's part of the problem), but it doesn't pretend to be anything it's not - a fabulously bad film about sharks on land.
The film's highlight is the singular shot of the land shark moving up/across the one bit of beach they got a permit to shoot on, and the lowlight the infuriating beep of the tracker that runs in the foreground sound channel for a good 30% of the film, or more. The land shark's collection of semi-feline growls & roars are just mystifying.
Don't hold your breath to see the full shark model - it doesn't show up until around 46 minutes in; and when it does, leaves more questions than it resolves. You'll understand more if you can make it to that point of the film.
The only - and I'm pretty sure about this - saving grace of the film is that the lead - Sarah French - acts rings around the rest of the cast. She's the only person on screen who doesn't sound like her lines were being delivered by a bicycle courier with a flat tyre & sore legs. Although, the derro - who I'm reasonably suspicious was meant to be a running gag - comes in a strong second, on the strength of his death scene.
It's a train wreck of a film, but get yourself as sauced up as the eyewitness interviewed just before the two fishermen, and you might make it through. I give it 2/10 because it's following the same story at the end as it did at the start (and maybe that's part of the problem), but it doesn't pretend to be anything it's not - a fabulously bad film about sharks on land.