



A typical B movie that has a preposterous story, daft script, some very wooden acting and from the get go carries on the cinematic myth that sharks are simply psychopathic man eaters that will attack swimmers at every opportunity. Basically a small group of friends head out on a boat to look for a sunken wreck and do a bit of diving. One of them has a phobia of sharks since her father was eaten by one! While on the very first dive a shark pops up and bites the arm off of one of them and then a load of pirates led by a former US Navy Seal arrive looking for some abandoned drugs that are in the locale. There's a lot of shooting for a bit and the sharks get to eat a few of them. That's about it. Oh the film has managed to get Richard Dreyfuss involved to add some shark movie kudos playing a grandfather. There's some pointless flashback scenes of him dispensing some worldly wisdom and thank goodness it all plays out in a short run time. But just when you think it's done Dreyfuss pops up again over the credits to tell you how wonderful sharks are. Really???? One to miss, it's silly stuff.