Piranha (2010), or, Skeletonized Girls Gone Wild

To be clear, I wanted to see Piranha 3D. I rented it from Apple to watch on their overpriced headset, specifically hoping that I’d get the full 3D version. But for whatever reason, they only have the HD version, and I just had to imagine that all the fish and oars and motorboat props and breasts were comin’ right at me.

I might very well have seen this movie before. It all seemed extremely familiar, but I still can’t tell if that’s because I saw it and completely forgot about it (entirely likely), or because every single second of the movie is doing exactly what you’d expect it to do.

Whether or not I actually saw it around 2010, I’m pretty sure that I would’ve been more into it back then. It’s exactly the kind of proudly stupid, self-aware satire-of-exploitation-that-is-also-exploitation that would’ve been pure Chucknip. I would’ve likely praised how it acts as a deconstruction of horror and disaster movies, giving the audience a bunch of characters of varying degrees of likeability, and then killing them off appropriately. I would’ve appreciated how over-the-top it was willing to go in the sequence where the disaster takes full effect. And I would’ve thought it showed a surprising amount of restraint for never going so far into comedy that it stopped working as an old-school horror movie.

Even watching it now in 2026, I was initially impressed by how most of the performers are playing it straight1, and even with the presence of Paul Scheer, it doesn’t play out like a parody of horror movies. The main exception is Jerry O’Connell as the sleazy, coked-out director of Girls Gone Wild-style videos, who hires our young protagonist to guide his crew to a secluded spot on the lake, so that he can get some quality footage of his hot models swimming naked and making out with each other. O’Connell is an over-the-top cartoon.

Even that is underselling it; he makes Christopher Lloyd’s performance as a panicked ichthyologist seem naturalistic. Hell, Eli Roth is in this movie, as a sleazy wet T-shirt contest host who uses 100 different euphemisms for tittays in about 2 minutes before getting his head smashed off his body by an out-of-control boat2, and O’Connell makes even that look restrained by comparison.

But still, he’s doing exactly what the movie asks of him. I was even tempted to begrudgingly give this movie a pass, just for his death scene, because his gruesome puppet half-body on a boat screaming “They took my penis, Jeff!” felt inspired. But Piranha 3D wasn’t content to let its best joke stand there. They had to double down on it, then quadruple down on it, all in 3D.

Somehow, counter-intuitively, the fact that everyone else was playing it straight didn’t make the movie make work better for me. It just got more and more grating as time went on. It felt like someone sitting on the couch next to me, grinning with barely-contained excitement the whole time, eyes locked on me, hoping for the reaction they wanted. Occasionally muttering “oh! get this! this is the good part!”

I’m a little baffled, honestly. Normally I consider it the highest praise to say that everybody involved in a production knew what they were making. Just recently, I was praising Mortal Kombat II for exactly that. But with Piranha 3D, I felt like there was a line where it had crossed from “give the people what they want” to “give the people what you think they want.”

It might’ve been largely because the presence of the Weinsteins threw me off. I have no idea how much they were actually involved once the Dimension logo left the screen, but the movie was so breast-forward — Piranha 3D has lots of motorboating of both types — that it was impossible for me to shake the mental image of an old man rubbing his hands together and occasionally wiping the drool from his mouth. And then muttering “don’t look at me like that! This is satire! It’s post-modern!”

And seeing all the recklessly horny Spring Breakers getting their comeuppance in the big, gory, slaughter sequence felt like all of the imagery had gotten hopelessly tangled, and the filmmakers had completely lost the script about whether this was satire of exploitation or just exploitation.

I don’t know if it was due to wanting to keep it at a mercifully short hour and a half, but it felt like there were entire story beats that were just missing. The movie ended about an hour ago, and I’m only just now realizing that Scheer’s character basically disappears. I don’t recall a death scene for him; he’s just in the movie right until he’s not. The movie so clearly marks its characters for death that I’d expected of course there’d be a special sequence reserved for him, but they were instead saved for various random people in the water at a beach party.

And I’d been expecting to see a better payoff for the two bullies who torment our protagonist all throughout the beginning. They threw a drink on him and gave him the finger, which in this movie means they deserved to be viciously torn apart by killer prehistoric fish. But the more obnoxious one just straight-up vanishes, as far as I can tell. And the other one has this long sequence where he’s piloting a motorboat through a crowd of panicking swimmers, to prove how evil he is, but everybody else in that sequence seems to get it a lot worse than he does.3

It all combines to make the movie feel off. Like it doesn’t know exactly the kind of movie it’s making, but it knows just enough of the most familiar elements to fake it. In the end, I think I would’ve liked it a lot better if it had been a lot worse. As it is, the most gruesome kill in the movie is how much it killed any nostalgia I might’ve had for the 2000s, or my confidence that of course I like self-aware horror comedies.

1
Or, in the case of the women, bi-curious

2
Not marked as a spoiler because come on. Eli Roth isn’t going to be in a movie like this unless he gets to have a gruesome death.

3
The moment with the character of “Propeller Girl” is why I suspect I’ve seen this movie before, or else it somehow is a scene that made it into the trailers.

1 Or, in the case of the women, bi-curious

2 Not marked as a spoiler because come on. Eli Roth isn’t going to be in a movie like this unless he gets to have a gruesome death.

3 The moment with the character of “Propeller Girl” is why I suspect I’ve seen this movie before, or else it somehow is a scene that made it into the trailers.