Roger Corman could only dream of producing a movie this astoundingly gory and loaded with exposed flesh, making the updated Piranha – that most unlikely of remakes – an improvement.
Director Alexandre Aja, calculating and devilish, knows what he’s tasked with here, and that is supplying maximum trash: a spring-break lake is crammed with bikini-clad drunkettes, an underwater naked-ballet sequence and an outrageously inflamed Christopher Lloyd cameo (the 3-D elements are an afterthought).
Nothing, though, can prepare you for an extended montage of panicky carnage that stops the movie in its tracks – the most gloriously inappropriate kill-off since The Wild Bunch. You’ll laugh it ever got made. JR