House Shark

I enjoy poorly-done, low-budget, screwball movies for their sheer lunacy and entertainment value, but this one...Never before have I seen anything put on film that was this outlandishly ridiculous. Some jokes are funny, and Mr. Bonk thought he must have been playing a great prank on the audience. From the pitiful acting, to the obsession over certain body parts, and the ludicrous foam "house shark," there were literally no redeeming parts to this "film." I tried to enjoy ANY part of this cinematic treasure and I just couldn't. If you want to punish someone for almost two hours, ask them to watch "House Shark" with you.

The quinn wannabe was a bit irritating and the effects if you can call it that were pretty cheesy. if you wanna try and be as bad or worse than mulva zombie ass kicker as the worst movie ever might wanna try a bit harder. after 10 mins i was looking for the exit and should get a medal for finishing this one. i wouldn't recommend it even for a time killer and you have better things to do.

The shark movies always try to be funny but this one actually succeeds. It probably should have been about 20 minutes shorter though.

Who thought this should be an hour and 52 minutes long?!?

When a woman is mauled to death by a monster on her throne in the ceramic salon, everyone writes it off as a bizarre plumbing accident-except for former Sheriff Frank, who knows better. He assembles the most pathetic Sharkbusters imaginable to put an end to the terror.

Well, if you haven't scrolled past by now, there's no helping you. Get ready for Indoor Jaws, so wild and unhinged, it absolutely has to be seen to be believed.

This film gets under our skin (and scales) with ultra-cheap "effects" like the couch-surfing shark, underwater scenes shot without water, and props dangling from strings. Topping it all off is the record-breaking overacting of the highest (or lowest?) caliber.

In House Shark, you'll get delicious recipes for single parents (like 1 Can of Grilled Beans), stellar taxidermy suggestions, and handy DIY life hacks for home protection.

The whole thing is seasoned with excessive amounts of slimy goo, pubic hair in all the wrong places, pee-based slapstick, and other gross-out delights. Awe-inspiring, the abuse our optic nerves and stomachs endure here-just not from shark attacks.

Sadly, the film only really picks up in the second half, but sticking with it pays off.