Ever since Jaws first left me with the sure knowledge that we are, in fact, going to need a bigger boat, I've loved shark attack movies (and books). Despite the fact that I know going in that most Jaws ripoffs are huge steaming piles, I still watch them. Occasionally, I am pleasantly surprised, as was the case with Samuel L. Jackson's motivation speech cut short by a surprisingly early death in Deep Blue Sea, but more often I am left with something that would find it difficult to compare favorably to Jaws: The Revenge.
Shark Attack in the Mediterranean, unfortunately, fell into the latter category.