Review by
Eric Hillis
Directed by: Jon Turteltaub
Starring: Jason Statham, Li Bingbing, Rainn Wilson, Ruby Rose,
Winston Chao, Cliff Curtis, Jessica McNamee
While superheroes continue to dominate the modern box office, the 2018 summer season witnessed a resurgence in the sort of old school wannabe blockbusters that dominated Hollywood in the 1990s. Movies like The Hurricane Heist, Skyscraper and The Meg take elements of the blockbuster's past - disaster movies, Die Hard, man versus nature - and stir up a contemporary concoction. You can largely thank the reticence of the Asian cinemagoing public to indulge in superheroes and Star Wars for this revival of simpler thrills, and with its international cast and Chinese funding, The Meg knows exactly where it's going to make most of its profit from.
Falling somewhere between the seriousness of Jaws and the knowing nonsense of Sharknado, The Meg's main selling point is the draw of seeing larger than life action man Jason Statham come up against an absolute unit of a foe, a battleship sized prehistoric Megalodon shark.
That's until old friend Mac (Cliff Curtis) convinces Taylor to 'do it for us one more time' and come to the aid of the crew of a submersible which has become trapped on the ocean floor. Seeing a chance at redemption, Taylor agrees, but during his rescue attempt he learns what exactly caused the vessel to become trapped - the titular Megalodon. The crew of the underwater research facility involved realise they may all be next on the menu for the hungry shark.
The Meg offers up the usual array of stereotypical fish fodder. There's chief scientist Zhang (Winston Chao); his daughter and love interest for the Stath, Suyin (Li Bingbing); her precocious daughter Meiying (Shuya Sophia Cai); Morris (Rainn Wilson), the facility's douchebag billionaire funder; Jaxx (Ruby Rose), some sort of computer whiz; DJ (Page Kennedy), the obligatory cowardly black guy, whose mugging isn't far off that of controversial '30s African-American comics Mantan Moreland and Willie Best; and various undefined redshirts.
Stath versus shark is all well and good, but The Meg fails to exploit either of its top-billed beasts. Perhaps Statham was chosen for the role because of his past as an Olympic diver, but having him spend most of the movie seated behind the controls of various underwater vessels is a waste of his athletic talents.
The ocean liner sized elephant in the room is The Meg's lack of gore. Let's not fib ourselves, if you're buying a ticket for a movie with this premise you're hoping to see a variety of characters get chomped and chewed in graphic detail. Very few people actually get eaten in The Meg, which is fine - Spielberg killed less than a handful in Jaws after all, but he made you feel every death and his movie pushed its PG rating to the limit.
The Meg is at its best when it acknowledges how silly it really is and plays up the clichés of the genre. It boasts a handful of gags that made me laugh out loud and a final irresistible Dad joke coda tells you everyone involved has their tongues planted firmly in their cheeks. As milque toast as the filmmaking here is, I'll take this over mopey men in tights every day.
The Meg is on Netflix UK now.