For some reason, they covered Y2k problems with the power grid, nuke plants, and aircraft, but not a single second of this putrid film was dedicated to the mecha-shark Voltron thing that was supposed to form in the Atlantic.
In which sharks join forces into a six mile tall mecha-shark Voltron thing that attacks the East Coast, that was prophesized for Y2K.
This is a lot like covering the Last Supper from the standpoint of Zagat's, focusing on the cuisine itself, like "The bread was a little dry" and ignoring the whole Judas thing and the coming crucifixion of Christ the Lord.
Hence, in this instance, covering tedious mechanical failures while completely ignoring the mecha-shark Voltron thing forming in the Atlantic, which I trust we can all agree was the real fear of Y2K.
The film is also devoid of killer bee attacks, Yeti sightings, or Dan Hedaya, focusing instead on the fairly remarkable choice to put Scut Farkas in a position of responsibility smack dab in the middle of the millennium apocalypse.
Also Chekhov's Gun here *should be* Joe Morton.
But at no point in the proceedings did anyone suddenly realize they have Joe Morton to deploy against the forces of darkness and destruction such as, oh like for example, the mecha-shark Voltron thing forming in the Atlantic.
It is like having Charles Bronson in a film as just some guy who never trashes bozos. Like in The Indian Runner.
A real disappointment, this one, and no nudity either, on account of it seems to be a made-for-TV movie in the puritanical United States in which everyone apparently hates boobs along with mecha-shark Volton things forming in the Atlantic.
In which sharks join forces into a six mile tall mecha-shark Voltron thing that attacks the East Coast, that was prophesized for Y2K.
This is a lot like covering the Last Supper from the standpoint of Zagat's, focusing on the cuisine itself, like "The bread was a little dry" and ignoring the whole Judas thing and the coming crucifixion of Christ the Lord.
Hence, in this instance, covering tedious mechanical failures while completely ignoring the mecha-shark Voltron thing forming in the Atlantic, which I trust we can all agree was the real fear of Y2K.
The film is also devoid of killer bee attacks, Yeti sightings, or Dan Hedaya, focusing instead on the fairly remarkable choice to put Scut Farkas in a position of responsibility smack dab in the middle of the millennium apocalypse.
Also Chekhov's Gun here *should be* Joe Morton.
But at no point in the proceedings did anyone suddenly realize they have Joe Morton to deploy against the forces of darkness and destruction such as, oh like for example, the mecha-shark Voltron thing forming in the Atlantic.
It is like having Charles Bronson in a film as just some guy who never trashes bozos. Like in The Indian Runner.
A real disappointment, this one, and no nudity either, on account of it seems to be a made-for-TV movie in the puritanical United States in which everyone apparently hates boobs along with mecha-shark Volton things forming in the Atlantic.