Sharks can be giant, mutated, metallic, or prehistoric. Some of them live in tornadoes, some in the snow. Sharks are our friends, except when they’re hungry, which they usually are. If you show signs of weakness or aggression, you will be attacked. If you bleed, you will be attacked. Shark Week is the time of the year when you do not want to be swimming with sharks. In this book, I review 64 shark movies ranked from worst to decent. If you watch them in order, they will only get better.
Night of the Dribbler looks and feels like a Troma Entertainment film, and if this sounds like a good thing, by all means stop whatever you’re doing and put this on. Everyone else, brace yourselves. The movie drags and its pacing is atrocious. There’s no way to take any of it seriously, and I hope there’s a tight cut out there. Had it been sixty minutes long, this could have been exciting.
The script feels like it was written by a seven-year-old. Basketball isn’t just the context; it is the core element. In fact, this is a movie about basketball that just happens to have murders in it. The joke gets old. Well into the second half, a question remains: what’s the point? It’s like the crew got to shoot for two days in a gymnasium and forgot someone might actually watch this crap.
It’s a feel-good slapstick horror comedy so bad it’s... decent. While no one seems to care that a killer is roaming about, an ongoing detective procedural spoon-feeds us useless details. Just lay back, observe, and have a drink. This is a stupid film, but it grows on you. At some point, you forget you’re watching a slasher and you kind of stick around for the cheese.