3D film is a gimmick. It doesn’t contribute in any regard other than the visual experience, and despite all the current hype, it’s a one-trick pony that seems to have been mostly explored. That’s not to say everything has been done, but ultimately the 3D experience has only so much to offer. With this in mind I was actually excited by the prospect of Piranha 3D. If 3D film is a purely visual device with essentially zero regard for story, then it stands to reason that the perfect platform for this technology is a film like Piranha; an over-the-top celebration of boobs and blood. Much like pornography the film is quite apparently unconcerned with story, doing just enough to get you to the next massacre. I was eager to see how this would play out and came into the film with high hopes. Much like the endless hotties dancing on boats, those hopes got really drunk, took off their tops and were promptly eaten alive.