The result is a movie that isn't crummy, exactly, just blah: when the freakiest teeth on screen belong not to one of Walt Conti's animatronically realized sharks but to a good-ol'-boy called Red, you know you have a problem.
Best assessment I've read of this film. You summed it up exactly as could be expected for something so cornball yet tinged with a "grandpa touched me" vibe. Bravo!
May 24 - 10:48 PM