Considered by most to be the worst film in the series, JAWS: THE REVENGE has earned a notorious reputation for its laughable plot and poor designs, but logical inconsistencies aside, there is still plenty of killer shark action to be enjoyed here. After Shawn Brody is killed by yet another Great White shark, his mother becomes obsessed with the idea that the sharks are out to destroy her family. She demands that Mike, their eldest son, quits his research in the Caribbean to ensure his safety, but when Mike and his research partner discover a Great White prowling the warm waters of the Bahamas, they set off to study the man-eater. How or why a Great White could have made it down to the Bahamas is besides the point. What is important in this third sequel is that the shark is there, and it is royally pissed. This is easily the cruelest and most violent of any of the JAWS films, where the shark literally has to go out of its way to attack everything and anything in its way (planes not excluded). After the Brody family killed four of the shark's closest relatives, it has finally come back to even the score! It is also the darkest film in the series, lacking the lighter humor that broke up the terror and suspense of the earlier films. Lance Guest offers the most memorable take on Mike Brody, bringing a seriousness and intensity to the role despite the silliness of the plot. There is one element present in THE REVENGE that manages to successfully recreate the same heart-racing anxiety of John Williams' original theme, and that is the shark's heart-rate monitor that thumps aggressively as the shark draws nearer. What can't be denied or overlooked is the dreadful design of the shark, itself, which is as unconvincing as it is unintentionally funny. Michael Caine said it best when asked about the film after its release: "I have never seen it, but by all accounts it is terrible. However, I have seen the house that it built, and it is terrific." JAWS: THE REVENGE may be as stupid and utterly ridiculous as it has been made out to be, but it is still oddly entertaining as a supremely guilty pleasure.