Wow. Wow wow wow wow. I really didn’t think it was possible to make the Piranha films any worse, but apparently these guys have gone and done the impossible.
On a scale of 1 to a block gorgonzola covered in melted mozarella with a heaping of parmesan, the scale still wouldn’t be cheesy enough for this splatterfest.
This blood soaked sequel is clearly catering to that elusive demographic of massive mammary obsessed boys who also hate their own brains.
“Bring me my legs.”
Urgh, I think that actually caused me physical pain. Is it possible to die from an aggressive infection of stupid?
I was going to end this article with the Piranha 3DD‘s official synopsis, but I realize that in the case of a film like this that the How, Why, Who and WTF of it all doesn’t really matter. So here is my own abridged version of the synopsis:
“Boobs. Fish. Blood. Bigger Boobs. Cheese. Hoff. Even Bigger Boobs.”
Last Updated: March 1, 2012