Megashark vs. Giant Octopus

What would one think when, after years of semi-serious acting (okay, maybe not), an agent contacted you to advise he's enlisted your talents to the Scy-fi (or however they spell it now) channel for the epic: "Megashark vs. Giant Octopus." Two heavyweights jumped at the opportunity. Lorenzo Lamas, pony-tailed b-movie king from the series "Renegade." How gay was that show? And, of course, Tiffany. You know, the red haired highschool girl every dirty old man wanted to bang back in the eighties when she sang, "I think we're alone now." You know, Tiffany, you guys on the set of this new endeavor were alone. Cause I'm pretty sure I was the only one in America who was watching. But not for plot, special effects, dialogue, or anything that one might watch a movie for. I watched because it was awful. Like watching a train wreck. Anticipating each scene and wondering, "Can it get any worse?" It did.

Next time why don't you guys just air two hours of a fat guy on a toilet.