If you thought watching the first movie was rough, watching Sharknado 2 is like chewing on crushed glass - it hurts like hell and nothing good will come of it.
The cast is a Who's Who of craptastic actors, singers, and MTV VJ's. I'm pretty sure the only person who doesn't have a cameo is Nicholas Cage. Seriously, how is he not in this movie?!?!
Yet here I sit, tasty beverage in hand, watching what is sure to become a cult classic. I even made up my own drinking game in an effort to cope with what I fear will become the worst Trilogy ever made. It's a really simple game: every time Ian Ziering (whose name is Fin, by the way) looks concerned or confused, you have to drink. If you manage to make it to the end of the movie without blacking out, I salute you.
(And for those of you with an irrational fear of sharks, just remember that a Sharknado isn't impossible, just very unlikely. So if you live in the Tri-State area, you should probably get a chainsaw)
