Maneater

The worst thing I can think to say about any killer shark movie is that it has no personality, but that’s the situation here, Maneater a flesh-eating nightmare of aquatic monotony.

By the end, “Maneater” has walked right up to the edge of being a fun, silly, “so bad it’s good” time-killer. But after taking way too long, it never really arrives there.

Even as a guilty pleasure, Maneater is a particularly rough watch.

Despite a few shocking kills, there’s little in this fish film to make anyone scared to go back into the water.

Not a good film — with limited, repetitive shark footage and often lazy writing — though there’s a good turn from Trace Adkins as hoary old sea dog Harlan.

The filmmaking and special effects are so bad that it is hard to tell whether this falls into the woefully insincere Sharknado camp or the kind of awful movie classic that audiences gather around on their own Satellite of Love.

Is as bad as it gets for a shark exploitation film.

In the crowded waters of the shark subgenre there is little room for entries lacking genuine thrills, or at the very least, a half-decent fishy antagonist. Maneater contains neither and as such is barely worthy of note.

Justin Lee [lacks] the skills and the wherewithal to create anything remotely thrilling or entertaining.

The final, brazened reference to Jaws is wild considering just how incompetent Maneater is in comparison, in every conceivable way. Seriously, this is a How Did This Get Made? episode waiting to happen.