Talk about swimming with the sharks! This B-movie literally combined the concept of a disaster movie and a shark movie and the result is one unique, albeit farfetched feature film that will not soon be forgotten.

Folks will either love or hate Shakrnado depending on their perspective. Some would say that this low-budget mockbuster (it only cost $1 million to make) by Asylum Productions is a complete joke based on the amount of plotholes and poor quality effects utilized in this movie but some would argue that for all its faults, it makes for one seriously entertaining watch. I for one, am part of the latter group. Sue me.

First there was a shark flood. Then came the shark tornado. Former surf champ Fin Shepard (Ian Ziering) is alarmed when an uncanny volume of sharks suddenly attack Sta. Monica beach, injuring his best friend and destroying his beachfront bar, prompting him to call his ex-wife April (Tara Reid) to ask her to get to higher ground. But Fin and April aren’t exactly on the best of terms so she chooses to ignore his warning. With a veritable hurricane of finned predators approaching, and the streets flooded with Jaws’ long lost cousins, Fin, along with hot waitress Nova (Cassie Scerbo), best buddy Baz (Jaason Simmons) and loyal patron George (John Heard) braves the flood and the army of sharks to save his family from danger.

Its hard not to notice the glaring imperfections of Sharknado. First, the special effects were horrible. The sharks were obviously fake and the only one that passed for a real one was actually from a footage of a real shark from another movie. Second, the acting (of Tara Reid) was horrible. Third, Tara Reid looked so tired and washed out that she looked older than 49-year-old Ian Ziering (who is aging quite well in contrast). Tara Reid is only 37, by the way. Her acting for the entire movie consisted of only one expression.

Come to think of it, for every aspect of this movie, there was a huge flaw.

But what really saved Sharknado was its ability to embrace and own these imperfections, as if saying “This is how we roll, b*tches!” It reveled in the deliciously misplaced heroism of Ian Ziering. It had the balls to inject awkward family drama moments in the middle of the climax. It dared to scoff at those who questioned why items needed by the film’s lead characters miraculously appeared whenever they needed it, or how suddenly a surfer and his family would gain expertise in bomb making. It laughed in the face of Hollywood’s big budget blockbusters by breaking all the rules of mainstream cinema. It turned the tables and made its weaknesses its strengths which can only be achieved by becoming so bad that it becomes good.

All things considered, Sharknado was off the hook ridiculous. If I had counted the number of times I shouted “Get in the freaking car, you idiots!”, a lot would have been an understatement. If I counted the amount of laughs I had because of the sheer audacity of the filmmakers to include unbelievable, impossible scenes, a lot would have been an understatement as well. All in all, Sharknado was a craptastic way to spend an hour and a half of my life. And I wouldn’t have traded the experience for anything.