If you’re gonna lens an el cheapo Deep Blue Sea retread, you naturally nickel and dime the CGI, but you sure as heck don’t skimp on talent!
Hence the casting of ’80s heartthrob Lorenzo Lamas to match wits and pearlies with Great Whites crazed by CIA mind-control experiments. (Sadly, unlike any garden-variety schitzo, sharks can’t fashion tin-foil headwear to subvert such shenanigans.)
At first, The Lamas is a bit of a barracuda himself who, with Aussie cleavage queen Simmone Mackinnon, bilks billionaire bimbos to fund a less-than-scientific search for the lost city of Atlantis. But redemption lies beneath the waves should he manage to avoid becoming a flowing-maned combo meal.
Yours truly was hooked from the opening and riotously BONE DRY dive scene with actors pantomiming — poorly — the slow pace of underwater maneuverings with only a dusty blue hue offered to complete the illusion. Irwin Allen would be proud.