Oh Holy Jesus, where do I start?
The cast can't wait to get eaten, the sharks have the teleportation skills of Jason Voorhees and the director can't decide if he's making a slasher or a monster horror flick. About the only thing going for it is Donal Logue who clearly is relishing every minute he gets.
Watch it for the kills and for no other reason. Then, take a slug of Jack Daniels and congratulate yourself that you and I have contributed to the fall of Western civilization.