That’s... that’s honestly really all you need to know when it comes to The Meg. A prehistoric shark has awakened and is now on the loose, slowly making its way towards civilisation. As is to be expected, violence ensues, scattering moments of carnage throughout an otherwise meandering plot. Genuine attempts are made at making this ridiculous plot work, and there are glimmers of b-movie greatness throughout, but it suffers severely from misguided identity and tonal imbalance. If, like me, you watched the trailer with a goofy smile on your face, prepare for disappointment, as the trailer department seemed to have a better grip on what this film should’ve been than the actual filmmakers did.
Right from the opening scene, this film reeks with trouble. The idea behind this opening is fine. I have no worries with that. It’s the lackluster execution and tension-less direction from Jon Turteltaub that left me puzzled and bored. And that’s the worst thing about this film, really. It’s boring. How did they make a film in which Jason Statham fights a giant shark boring? I have absolutely no idea, but it’s a disaster in every sense of the word. Glimmers of what this film should’ve been occur in the finale, most of which served as the basis for the trailer, but unfortunately there’s still 100 minutes of sludge to sit through first.
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