While this film has quite possibly the worst title of any film ever, it’s just about better than its name might cause you to expect. Stuck in some kind of limbo between an all-out monster movie and a tongue-in-cheek satire of the genre, The Meg, goes down the route of mankind awakening an ancient beast (in this case a Megalodon – can you see what they did there?) from its slumber and then having to figure out how to murder it for the crime of coming back to life. Cue Jason Statham as the diver-turned-savior who has to figure out how to beat something a million times bigger than him whilst swishing about in black lycra. Unsurprisingly, this premise gives rise to plenty of spectacular scenes involving screaming and splashing about as Old Meg tries to get over its ancient hunger, along with some decent humor, but there is little more to enjoy.
Originally published in Weed World Magazine issue 137