Mega Piranha Reviews
Sadly, the funniest thing about this film is the cast list, because filmmaker Forsberg simply doesn't have a clue how to put them to any use at all. There's so much camp value that it's not even funny. But it's not even remotely funny.
Played straight, it's initially amusing but swiftly outstays its welcome as the piranhas develop the ability to fly like fanged double decker buses and the whole caboodly tries just a bit too hard to be knowing.
Incredibly for a film which presumably intends to at least alarm an audience, the budget seems to have been spent entirely on set-piece explosions with no money remaining for the actual fish.
It stars former pop queen Tiffany, who topped the charts in 1987 with I Think We're Alone Now. Visit a cinema showing this and the chances are you'll know what she was singing about.
Is it any good? That's the wrong question to ask of a film like this whose many plot-holes, absurdities and over-the-top idiocies are an essential part of the allure. But is it bad enough?
Bad-movie enthusiasts will doubtless have fun watching these oversized piscine predators leaping from the ocean and laying waste to Florida's coastal regions, but hasn't this tiresome, kitschy, so-bad-it's-good fad run its course?
The designer-trashy tone is well sustained -- these people brought you Mega Shark versus Giant Octopus -- as the toothy threat moves from the Amazon to the Florida Keys.