ANYWAY! There are times when it gives me great pleasure to bring you something that I like, even if I like it for exactly the wrong reasons.
Such is the case with the 1999 Shark masterpiece Deep Blue Sea.
Granted, there isn't a whole lot to compare it to in the "killer shark" subgenre but, hey, I do what I can.
This tasty little snack showed up on the scene in 1999 with it's easter eggs and it's LL Cool J and its pre-Hung sexiness Thomas Jane all shirtless and wet and... ummm... wait. I lost... Uh... What was I saying?
OH! Yeah. Right. Got a little distracted in my salty bits there for a minute.
SO... yeah. I actually liked Deep Blue Sea a lot. Not because it was Oscar-caliber. Not because it actually set women's depictions in movies BACK a few decades. Not because it had awesome special effects (which it did, for the time, but that's beside the point). No, none of those things. I liked it because, as much as it tried to be brainy, it was easier to take if you didn't think about the WHY and focused on the HOW.
|Like HOW can I get Thomas Jane shirtless and wet in my bedroom?|
|See? People. Being all science-y.|
|Hell, they already figured out how to cull the herd.|
|Her secret? No silicone in THOSE jugs.|
With as much stupid as there is just lying around like a frathouse after a kegger, the plot is pretty tight. There aren't any large plotholes and, frankly, any movie where I get to see Sam Jackson get nommed on by a genetically-enhanced Mako shark is fuckin' A-OK in my book. Not because I dislike Mr. Jackson. I just like to see everybody get their share of the stupid. I'm a giver. It's what I do. It's what I LIVE for.
|Tastes like chicken and waffles! (Ooooh, that's racist. BAD BOB! Bad. No cookie.)|
I say haul anchor and sail this one on home, boys and girls.