There’s something fishy going on, here. And boy, is it big.
Proving there’s life left in the cheese-filled creature feature, ‘The Meg’ is a summer flick entirely dependent on three things; star Jason Statham (who can not only BEAT UP anyone, but can HAM it up with the best of ’em), that ridiculously big shark, and the sheer creative freedom that comes with self-aware silliness. Embrace the intentional shoe size IQ of ‘The Meg’, and this beauty floats along swimmingly.
A nod to ‘Jaws’, ‘Deep Blue Sea’ and just about any other film to ever pit big, bad sharks against humans, ‘The Meg’ has an underwater research facility in the South China Sea discovering a 75-foot prehistoric relative of the Great White, Megalodon. Statham is the grizzled hero, Jonas Taylor. A once-celebrated diver, Taylor has dissolved into a beer-swilling gloomy Gus, lured back into the rescue biz with an irresistible opportunity to administer a pounding on a gigantic sea monster and save the day – what’s not to like??
Director Jon Turteltaub (‘National Treasure’) totally gets this thing. ‘The Meg’ isn’t supposed to be good….it’s supposed to be fun. Toss in Rainn Wilson from ‘The Office’ as a wisecracking billionaire, and the cheese spills into the water with as much ferocity as Megalodon’s elaborate attack on….well, everyone and everything. It’s B-movie fare at its finest.