Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No!

Sharknado 3 has the look and feel of any satirical concept worn a trifle ragged through repetition. But, again, it's not as if that's going to hurt its Emmy chances. There's still enough bite left in the concept.

Much of it feels surprisingly cheap and inept--and not ironically cheap and inept, but thrown together, indifferently constructed from a script that could have been written in less time than the movie takes to watch.

The B-movie franchise’s third installment leaves a fishy taste behind. Even more than the first two.... While it’s still silly fun, you have to wonder if the whole concept--which was goofy and amusing and new two years ago--is getting, er, long in the tooth.

It's a silly, silly, silly, silly movie. But it deserves kudos for its control of tone, which is a bit uncanny at times.

It’s more fun to watch the D-list celebs make cameo appearances than actually listen to the movie.

Syfy knows we come to this only for the sharks, cameos, chain saws, acting--the worse, the better--and dialogue so sublimely inept that even the sharks wince when they hear it..... For discerning viewers and shark lovers everywhere: F+. For Sharknado fans: B+

The first half of Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No! takes itself too seriously with return appearances by minor characters from the first two films and the destruction of Washington, D.C., landmarks that viewers have seen before with better special effects.... But halfway through--right about the time a character loses his limbs one by one while trying to take heroic action--the mojo that makes these absurd movies a hoot kicks in and Sharknado 3 becomes the insane event viewers anticipate.

Perhaps this third one will exhaust the audience’s desire for sharks sliced in half by chainsaws; perhaps not. (Oh hell, no.)

The makers of Sharknado 3, including director Anthony C. Ferrante, were aiming to make a terrible movie and have succeeded brilliantly.

The Sharknado 3 team is clearly just making up the most ridiculous stuff possible at this point.

S3 cranks up the absurdity level to hilarious proportions.

Sharknado 3 is so tediously lamebrained, it makes the original, and last summer's "Sharkado 2: The Second One," look like "Jaws."

Following the firmly established formula, director Anthony C. Ferrante delivers predictably amped-up action and less camp on this third swipe at the chum bucket. But that doesn’t stop it from being a fun, if less hilarious, ride.

The slog of guest casting and product placements only underscores that Sharknado has become a big, bloated seafood platter, and everyone and their agent wants a bite. But for all that, Sharknado 3 keeps its own self-aware sense of humor and it can still deliver a gorily surprising action setpiece.

Another two hours (minus commercials) of thoroughly mindless entertainment in which lots of celebrities are harmed at the end of their cameo appearances.

Resistance is futile, but at this point, watching is less a silly lark than a teeth-gnashing ordeal.

By trying too hard to be dumber than its predecessors, this Sharknado smells strongly of desperation and dead fish.