90s darling Alicia Silverstone goes on a remote getaway to Vietnam with her husband to save their marriage after tragedy strikes. As we all know, tragedy strikes in threes, and next thing you know, a monsoon has swept their floating villa out to sea right into a school of Great White sharks.

The Requin is:
1) It's filled with dreadfully out-of-touch and mind-numbing dialogue.
2) Incompetently handled mental illness themes.
3) Mostly made up of pointless scenes stretched to agonizing lengths to pad screen time, only to end with a jarring transition to the next one.
4) The Last Shark levels of stock footage of marine life.
5) Digital effects reminiscent of Sharknado with the contrast pumped up to 11.
6) A shockingly jowly Alicia Silverstone playing a character who is either wailing, nagging, or having "another episode." All of which require her to repeat the word "honey" until it loses all meaning. Oh, and she yells "fuck you" at a shark. Speaking of...
7) Rubber shark fins wobbling about menacingly!
8) Scenes that once again prove women always hog all the space on the drift wood. Am I right, Jack?
9) Characters boldly explain what's going on in half the scenes!
10) An ending featuring Alicia Silverstone fighting off a shark with a "outboard motor" that is clearly a leaf blower with a propeller duct-taped to it.

In all honesty, I've seen every riff you guys have done multiple times and watched more bad movies than I can admit without a smidge of existential dread. The Requin quite simply feels like exactly the sort of movie you guys would get a kick out of riffing. Plus, it has a 2.9 on IMDb and 10% audience score on Rottentomatoes. So you know it's bad!