Having lived through the filming of Sharknado 2 on the streets of New York City, New Yorkers, many of whom were already Sharknado fans, were keen to see the result of all that effort. It’s pretty good. It takes the whole shock horror genre and subverts it by both taking it completely seriously while simultaneously making the whole ‘make believe’ of it all, totally, but totally unbelievable.
So how can a film sustain our horror/laughter/you’ve got to be kidding for the whole length of a film? Of course in some respects it is easier for New Yorkers to fall in love with the weirdness of it all because it is their city being flooded, their citizens being chomped and their Statue of Liberty being bashed apart. There’s an obvious fascination in seeing familiar streets being flooded and with sharks swimming along in them. And in seing the hero perched on a yellow cab, calling to the general populace and attacking a shark with a chainsaw.
Played right at the edge of tipping over into complete, boring stupidity, the film never tips. It sustains it’s manic craziness right to the last moment, and even has romance wafting through the story at just the right moment. It takes a lot of art to make something this crazy and have us saying ‘of course’ in amused agreement as the next horror moment occurs. Well done Sharnado 2 team, you have done New York City proud.