Well, if nothing else, Joe Dante can say he made a better piranha movie than James Cameron. 1982's Piranha II was Cameron's first film and he quit during production. I know he's not responsible for the overwrought score by Stelvio Cipriani.
All trace of subtle satire in the first film is gone, replaced by a fairly typical '80s monster flick. But there must be some stirring in the soul of any monster lover who sees the mighty piranha at last take flight, proving to screaming beach-goers that there is no escape.
This one also has a lot more nudity with a couple lovely ladies who like to go sailing in the nude. Honestly, I see no reason to spoil their holiday. But the piranha does not see beauty. He sees only meat. Disgusting.
Tricia O'Neil in the lead gives a sincere performance and Lance Henriksen is badass in a supporting role. I like how smoothly Cameron shot dialogue in Henriksen's moving speedboat. There's quality here.
X Sonnet #1861
Concealed behind machines they harboured gum.
Communiques were chewed from France to Guam.
Prescription games distilled the zero sum.
I hear some monkeys made the perfect bomb.
The sluggish surface oozed a lousy face.
Disposed of light, the puddle eased to blank.
The stars and clams began their crazy race.
Domestic fish would kill to lead the tank.
The pull of parties broke the world in six.
The sky above resembles shredded print.
A water route conducts the hopeful fix.
Through monochrome, the colour agent's sent.
The water's wet with evil danger fish.
Their teeth are sharp and ev'ry gal's a dish.
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