....wow is this pretentious.
If it's not very contrived, staged tension and drama, it's an overuse of solo shots of Brandon McMillan doing his best to look brooding and concerned about.....something...as he gazes off into the sunset or out into the open ocean, or as he types something very profound into his laptop.
Of course, it could just be that McMillan isn't really trying to look brooding, concerned and profound but is instead experiencing gastric discomfort and couldn't find a place in Egypt to buy Mylanta.
If it weren't for the cool shark footage and the breathtaking underwater seascapes, the participation of the talent would make this Shark Week special laughable, if not unwatchable.
Your best bet is to mute the volume, and listen to your favorite music instead (or, alternately, play the sound of Captain Quint scratching the chalkboard, which is significantly more pleasing to the ears than the over-inflated writing and abysmally performed dialogue in "Serial Killer: Red Sea Attacks").
If it's not very contrived, staged tension and drama, it's an overuse of solo shots of Brandon McMillan doing his best to look brooding and concerned about.....something...as he gazes off into the sunset or out into the open ocean, or as he types something very profound into his laptop.
Of course, it could just be that McMillan isn't really trying to look brooding, concerned and profound but is instead experiencing gastric discomfort and couldn't find a place in Egypt to buy Mylanta.
If it weren't for the cool shark footage and the breathtaking underwater seascapes, the participation of the talent would make this Shark Week special laughable, if not unwatchable.
Your best bet is to mute the volume, and listen to your favorite music instead (or, alternately, play the sound of Captain Quint scratching the chalkboard, which is significantly more pleasing to the ears than the over-inflated writing and abysmally performed dialogue in "Serial Killer: Red Sea Attacks").
