This one managed. I would have just turned it off, but I was visiting friends and they wanted to watch it (apparently this was at least their second time through) and obviously I was trying to be a good guest so I just sat there quietly seething at what was happening on the screen, turning my thoughts towards analyzing exactly what about this stupid movie was making me so mad.
It's entirely possible, since I never saw the first four and maybe it would either make more sense or be less annoying if I understood the backstory, that I'm missing a critical key to understanding why this movie was made in the first place, who thought it up, why tornados that fling sharks all over the place should even be permitted to exist, etc. The cutesy names "Fin" and "Gil" did nothing to improve my mood. The various cameo appearances didn't help. The unrelenting, constant barrage of multiple "sharknados" every time there was the slightest lull in the dialogue didn't help. The effects were garbage, the acting was worse, the plot was flimsy and mostly incomprehensible (again, I didn't see the earlier installments, so this might be explainable with more prior knowledge).
The thing that just about sent me over the edge was Olivia Newton-John, who was unrecognizable from my long-ago memories of her early album covers. My friends told me it was her, but it was several minutes before I was ready to believe them. I've changed in the past 35 years too, but that was still quite a shock.
In short, lots of yelling, lots of lousy effects, very little plot, and every time things slow down a bit it's "whoa, better have another sharknado, our last one was four whole minutes ago". This movie makes Edward D. Wood Jr. look like Orson Welles.
It's entirely possible, since I never saw the first four and maybe it would either make more sense or be less annoying if I understood the backstory, that I'm missing a critical key to understanding why this movie was made in the first place, who thought it up, why tornados that fling sharks all over the place should even be permitted to exist, etc. The cutesy names "Fin" and "Gil" did nothing to improve my mood. The various cameo appearances didn't help. The unrelenting, constant barrage of multiple "sharknados" every time there was the slightest lull in the dialogue didn't help. The effects were garbage, the acting was worse, the plot was flimsy and mostly incomprehensible (again, I didn't see the earlier installments, so this might be explainable with more prior knowledge).
The thing that just about sent me over the edge was Olivia Newton-John, who was unrecognizable from my long-ago memories of her early album covers. My friends told me it was her, but it was several minutes before I was ready to believe them. I've changed in the past 35 years too, but that was still quite a shock.
In short, lots of yelling, lots of lousy effects, very little plot, and every time things slow down a bit it's "whoa, better have another sharknado, our last one was four whole minutes ago". This movie makes Edward D. Wood Jr. look like Orson Welles.