Sharknado, somehow, is a thing. No one knows why, no one knows how. I got tricked into watching the first two movies and regretted every minute of each of them.
Let's face it: The only way Sharknado 3: Oh, Hell No! would be saved is if Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban put on a show for the ages, giving all of us hope that a ridiculous movie series would go from unsuccessful to marginally successful.
In the first 15 minutes of Sharknado 3, Cubes showed us two things: He's not too shabby of an actor, and he'd make one bad-ass president.