Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No!

So, here we go again. Can you believe we’re already on the third Sharknado film? I mean, what’s next? Sharknado vs. couchnäkoo (couch potato)? Anyway, this latest installment, titled, yes, “Oh Hell No!”, is pretty much what you’d expect – a wild, absurd tidal wave of sharks, chaos, and… well, more sharks. Directed by Anthony C. Ferrante and with the usual suspects Ian Ziering and Tara Reid along for the ride, it’s like watching a train wreck, but with sharks flying through the air. Not that I’ve seen a shark-infested train wreck. Yet!

Speaking of surprises, did you catch David Hasselhoff making an appearance? The Hoff himself as Finn’s dad! That’s truly something you’d tell your kids about. It’s like remembering when ABBA won the Eurovision – memorable, almost surreal. Alright, let’s not push that comparison too far, but still!

Watching Sharknado always brings back this odd memory for me… It was a stormy day in Stockholm, around Midsummer, and my family had just watched Jaws on VHS. I walked home tensed, constantly glancing at the sky, half-expecting a shark to plummet from the clouds! Silly, I know, but these films tap into that same kind of juvenile thrill.

Now, one can’t help but feel the weight of the franchise’s quirky charm wearing a bit thin. It’s like they’ve thrown everything at the screen, including the kitchen sink (or maybe the kökskran, as we say)! There’s fun in pure absurdity, but after a while, it sometimes feels like being caught in a whirlwind without an exit.

But hey, if you love pure escapist craziness, like sneaking a second cinnamon bun in Fika, then Sharknado 3 is your guilty pleasure. Just… be prepared for weird looks if you try to explain it at a dinner party. Or, you know, maybe not mention it at all!

Check the trailer below