The new giant-shark movie The Meg checks all the movie-marketing boxes.

Buff action hero with a twinkle in his eye? Check.

Comely Chinese co-star to win over Asian markets? Yep.

Pompous billionaire character in need of comeuppance? You bet.

Edgy, tatted-up, punk-scientist chick to attract millennials? Totes.

Massive, mega-toothed, computer-generated beast for the posters and trailers? Natch.

Is it a movie or a sales pitch? Both, of course.

But even with all of its predictable, fill-in-the-blank Hollywood attributes, The Meg manages to become an entertaining ride. It’s light summer entertainment, with a few jolts.

Fortunately, the studly hero in question is Jason Statham, an actor with unending charm, who is deft at action (the Transporter and Crank movies) and comedy (with Melissa McCarthy in Spy). Statham is always good company. He’s especially vital here to help us over the hurdles of a wobbly script with woeful dialogue.

This time, he plays Jonas Taylor, a deep sea rescue leader who is summoned to the middle of the Pacific to help a group of researchers at an oceanic institute. An expedition to the deepest depths of the ocean has gone awry and crew members are facing death. Taylor jumps in a high-tech sub and is able to save some lives.

But the mission comes at a cost. A 75-foot Megalodon, a creature thought to be extinct for at least 2 million years, is unleashed upon the world. Can Taylor and company destroy the big baddie in time to save themselves, and keep the beast from a feeding frenzy at an Asian beach resort?

The institute houses an international collection of oceanographers, marine biologists, engineers and tech wizards that includes the brilliant Suyin (Chinese star Li Bingbing), who has eyes for Taylor, the steady Mac (Cliff Curtis) and the edgy Jaxx (Ruby Rose). It is financed by a bombastic billionaire named Morris, played by Rainn Wilson, who strains a bit too hard to be both comic relief and villain.

There’s the requisite chomping and chasing, ill-advised hopping into a shark cage and underestimating the enemy. Except for Taylor, of course. He knows very well what they are up against.

“Man versus Meg isn’t a fight,” he saya. “It’s a slaughter!”

Indeed.

Among The Meg’s aforementioned marketing strategy was also drawing the largest possible audience. Which means director Jon Turteltaub (National Treasure) has made a PG-13 movie. Not that we need to go full-on, blood-soaked gore, but cutting away every time someone is attacked by the Meg deprives the audience of dramatic payoffs (and queasy scares).

If nothing else, we get to see Statham’s nifty aquatic skills — he was a member of the British National Diving team in the 1990s. (For fans of Steven Spielberg’s classic Jaws, there is also a mini-homage in some beach resort scenes and in the name of a dog who paddles off course.)

The Meg is not a great movie. It’s not even a great shark movie. But it does provide an entertaining ride for a few air-conditioned hours at the multiplex.

Clint O’Connor covers pop culture. He can be reached at 330-996-3582 or coconnor@thebeaconjournal.com. Follow him on Twitter @ClintOMovies.