This film served as great entertainment with its colorful cast and action-packed scenes. Ray used classically-trained Devry-level actors, all of whom shone in their respective roles. The main characters, as they refer to each other, “Sharkman” and “Crockman,” are, in THIS humble reviewer's opinion, the best interracial duo since Rush Hour's Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker. And as soon as I saw that Alexander Yellin was the Director of Photography, I knew I was in for a good movie.
The writer, Micho Rutare, from other such “Actor's Studio” films as Meteor Apocalypse and Dragon Quest, did a formidable job peppering in comic relief that is AT LEAST on par with Woody Allen. Upon realizing that the gigantic crocodile was irate because it was trying to protect its eggs, a tertiary character jokes “Who wants an omelet THAT big?” The last line of the film is literally “What a crock.” You'll want to make sure you're lying down for it. At times, all of the technical jargon might be confusing or nonsensical, with technical terms like “my hydrosonic waves!” or “the shark repellent thing.” At one point they cut to a ship in the ocean, with a caption that says “Atlantic Ocean, 400 miles south of Florida” and you think to yourself “aren't the Cayman Islands 400 miles south of Florida?” But don't worry, they don't let you stray for too long. At one point, as the main character is explaining something scientific, he actually cuts himself off, just so that he doesn't confuse anyone that is trying to follow the science behind it. They balance out the science with well-placed misogyny, lines like “Crickey, it's like working with a buncha women!”, as well as bullet-point resolutions, like “there's no pay, and you start now.” Essentially, if you thought you were shouting “GO AMERICA!” after the movie Pearl Harbour with Ben Affleck, just wait until the main character says “we're going to kill these bastards!” You'll be shedding proud tears of red, white, and blue.
It's visually stunning, no question about it. It really shows the beautiful...Australian landscape? Even the action scenes are beautifully choreographed. The stuntmen jump in obviously pre-coordinated directions, seconds after breathtaking explosions. One nice touch of Christopher Ray's is that the Crocosaurus changed size from shot-to-shot. In an homage to Hitchcock, you were never too certain on the size of the monsters. Possibly one of the greatest moments is when the MegaShark bites a moving torpedo and jumps out of the water with it. It's the kind of action-moment that would make James Cameron cry. With its futuristic graphics, it's an honor to American cinema that we've gone from Godzilla to here.
Despite the films minor shortcomings (or lack thereof) MegaShark vs. Crocosaurus is exciting, creative, and dark—and well worth a few hours of your time. I suggest watching this movie like I did, while eating KD and without wearing any pants. Truthfully, if my kid made a video like this in his grade 10 film class, I'd be the proudest father in the world. It is a perfect film, and this reviewer gives it five out of five MegaSharks.