"Blood surfing, the new extreme sport of this millennium. Get some cheesy, overacted surfer dudes and throw them in some shark infested, chum laden water and let them go. Sounds like the makings for a fun action/adventure/horror movie. But Trimark apparently wasn't convinced; they wanted more, so the director gave them more.After just barely getting out of the water without becoming lunch, the "brooding" surfer dives back in to save the beautiful camera lady from the increasingly wild group of sharks. Narrowly dodging both tooth and fin the crew all make it to the surface alive, and after witnessing what seems to be a brutal inter water grudge match between warring jaws clans, they decide to call it a day, and head inland...........Where they are attacked by a group of Colombian terrorist, Rambo's friend stealing paramilitary types, captured, brought back to their boat and threatened with rape and torture. You can almost hear the pitch guy, sweating dripping from his brow. The executives didn't like the shark idea, and it's up to him and him alone to save the movie. "Well it's not only the sharks, you see these sleazy Colombian coke smugglers types show up and pull them all onto a boat." He scans the room, they all appear a little happier, but not much, then it hits him. "Where they are all attacked by the biggest Salt Water Crocodile the world has ever seen." Smiles all around, the movie is saved.Blood Surf's "story" is pulled in more directions than the Backstreet Boys thrown into a Junior High Girl's Gym Locker Room. We've got hot shark dodging action, Terrorist attacks, wild jungle traps, a surfer's love affair with a beautiful, yet underage local girl. Oh yea, and the Cheesiest Crocodile the world of Giant Crocodile Cinema has ever seen. The underwater scenes alone are enough to make anybody roll on the floor laughing. What looks like a rubber crocodile on a string, bluescreened into these stock footage underwater shots, shooting through the ocean with a menacing wiggle.I couldn't say that I would recommend this movie to most people, but I must stress that for anybody with a love of the cheesy, this film will qualify as a must. Never before have I born witness to such audacity, ripping off entire scenes from other (and better) films with a reckless abandon that one wonders if the movie is trying to crawl into out and out parody. Remember the scene in Jaws where Quint slips down the wet floor of the sinking boat and into the shark's mouth, Its here. Remember the scene in Crocodile where the croc flips the kid with the died red hair up into the air and it comes back down landing in its mouth. That one's here to. Shots at Rambo, Moby Dick, Point Break, and even a little Indiana Jones all come together to form this stew of low budget, American exploitation cinema. Food, Folks and fun, Roger Corman would be proud."
Hardly a good movie, but entertaining.
Calle | 03/18/2002
(3 out of 5 stars)
"A group of young people go to a tropical island to "blood surf", cut themselves and surf in shark-infested waters and make a documentary about it. Soon they realize that there's not only sharks, but also a gigantic crocodile, eating everybody who trespasses his area. It also has some subplot about some modern day pirates and a revengeful sightseeing boat captain.The screenplay is very silly and quite bad. The lead characters are stupid (otherwise they wouldn't be blood surfing) and don't seem to care much when some of their friends gets killed. Most of the actors are mediocre at best, except for Katie Fischer, who plays the photographer, Cecily. The editing is also quite poor and manages to ruin one scene that could have been quite cool. The worst thing about the movie, however, is probably the extremely bad crocodile FX. It doesn't even move its legs while swimming. So, this is not a good movie, and I didn't expect it to be. Still, it is entertaining enough to be a painless way to kill one and a half hours if you're bored and don't have too high expectations on it."
"My personal enjoyment rating: 6 out of 10My recommendation rating: 5.5 out of 10. Explanation of recommendation rating: "You'll probably enjoy this film only if you're a hardcore fan of the genre. More than its share of flaws. Serious genre fans should use caution and all others should stay away."The premise (modified from the box description): Follow an MTV style filmmaker as she and her crew shoot an expose of the latest, most dangerous craze in extreme sports-bloodsurfing, or surfing in shark infested waters while intentionally trying to attract the creatures. While trying to shoot in Australia, the crew encounters non-cooperative locals and various kinds of relationship problems. They also get more than they bargained for while bloodsurfing in an isolated location. Not only are the sharks putting them at risk, but there just may be a legendary monster in the water."Mish-mash" describes this film better than such a non-technical term should. The premise is a mish-mash of Lake Placid, Anaconda, and tens of other monster films, with some touches of adventure and romance thrown in for (good?) measure. The quality of the film is a mish-mash of a too-confusing script with more than its share of holes, some pretty hokey dialogue, and some decent direction, editing and performances, with surprisingly good cinematography, occasional moments of tension, and the requisite beautiful actresses.The biggest problems seem to arise from the script, which isn't very straightforward about what bloodsurfing is, why it is popular, what the relationships are among the principle characters, who some later characters are and why they are taking the actions they're taking. Still, the premise is easy enough to figure out after a few minutes, and the potential of the story, if not quite its execution, is intriguing enough. Horror fans who don't mind films with fairly transparent influences and who are forgiving some fairly obvious mechanical beasts and miniatures should find enough redeeming aspects to keep them entertained for 87 minutes.The DVD released in 2001 by Trimark contains two special features--about six or seven minutes of raw footage, which is interesting if you are a intrigued with the mechanics of filmmaking, but which could benefit from some commentary, and storyboards for a few scenes that are accessible while the film is playing the relevant chapters."
This movie LITERALLY jumps the shark
Jason | Backwater, Alabama | 11/19/2008
(1 out of 5 stars)
"An amateur movie producer finances a trip for two braindead surfers to venture into danger (make Keanu proud, brah). The concept: Find a guide to take them to shark-infested waters, drop in some chum, go surfing. Genius. Eventually they find a drifter and his woman, a breastless seductress who does some sort of cross between an erotic Lambada, a seizure, and a hyper aerobics routine to get attention (think Hillary Swank possessed by Richard Simmons). The guy is a complete ripoff of Jon Voigt's character in Anaconda and inserted into the movie strictly to antagonize viewers. They all make their way to the surf-site, and the shoot looks good - except for the laughably CGI'd sharks "swimming" beside the surfers, so fake that they made me think of the Saturday Night Live "Land Shark" delivering candy-grams - until a shark blows up. Yeah, it explodes.
A few scenes later, a 50-foot salt-water crocodile appears out of nowhere, appearing out of the darkness to chomp a cute Islander chick and her family in half. The crocodile was probably taken from the director's toddler son's toy-chest. It was probably also responsible for the previous explosions, because later on it appears to set off some C4 on a bamboo bridge. Read that again. Back to the ridiculously fake crocodile...which looks worse than the sharks. This thing jumps 10-feet out of the water, jumps off of cliffs, runs as fast as a deer, plays opossum, has read War and Peace, does a bit of land-surfing in its spare time, makes a mean margarita, and appears to understand basic military strategy. It's almost as unstoppable as Frankenfish.
Following the rules of "so bad it's good" movies, the chicks are hot and show full-frontal nudity at the drop of a hat. Except for the skinemax sex scene between the gnarliest surfer and the islander chick (who gives it up so quickly her first words were most likely "love me long time"), the action is wretchedly sense-deadening. The movie's poor excuse for thrills trigger the onset of narcolepsy. The acting is atrocious. The script was probably written on extra soft Charmin or bar napkins. Aside from MST3K possibilities (which I typically love), the only positives are the surfers' hilariously comatose stupidity and the boob to film length ratio.
The filmmakers should be black-balled from cinema for this ocean full of suck. Either that or sent to Bollywood. I'd only recommend this trash to people who enjoy the exquisite feeling of sinus migraines. "
Giant croc + cheap buget = fantastic fun
Tacos Rule! | VA | 01/02/2008
(4 out of 5 stars)
"this movie was great! it had everything you want in a fantastically terrible movie: campy story, pointless violence and nudity, cheesy acting and most importantly a terrible looking Crocodile! what fun!"