Within Black Lake there lurks a predator, it glides silently through calm, dark water. Beth and Michelle do a flailing back‑roll entry into Lake Placid, which is what they wanted to call it but the name was taken. They dog‑paddle frantically through a creature feature that can’t decide if it’s a horror movie, a romcom, a sitcom or a very specific kink for sarcastic paleontologists. They marvel at Brendan Gleeson’s permanent state of exasperation, Betty White’s feral‑grandma energy, and a crocodile so large it feels like the filmmakers lost a bet with the laws of physics.