The list of movie sequels that are better than the original is very small indeed. "Godfather 2." "The Empire Strikes Back." "The Road Warrior." "Herbie Rides Again."
Add "Sharknado 2" to that list. Well, you know, relatively speaking.
The people who brought you the film that revived the careers of Tara Reid, Ian Ziering and the shark from Jaws are back with another mid-summer campfest, and you might think fame and money and notoriety might have ruined all the fun of watching something as idiotically titled as "Sharknado," but you’d lose that bet, race fans (and really, how did they set this one in New York City and not subtitle it "The Great White Fillet"? That’s a missed opportunity right there.)
Okay, let’s get one thing straight; this is not going to be a Joe Morgenstern, Pulitzer-worthy review. For one thing, Morgenstern wouldn’t stoop to covering this goofball TV movie. For another, well, come on, it’s called "Sharknado." How serious can you be about something called "Sharknado"?
Not very serious, and the people who put this comedy/horror piece of bite-sized zeitgeist don’t take it very seriously, either. They have a lot of fun with it, but the real fun of this is watching it with the second screen. Last summer’s original became a wild, viral hit when people took to Twitter to talk about the movie while watching it. This time around, the producers acknowledged that: a still before every commercial break contained several tweets from viewers.