This is a fine expose of why people really deserve to have the flesh worried from their bones by little snarling fish with sharp, pointy teeth. All the humans in the story act like Disco-Era yotzes from the first frame of the movie, and it is simply not a tragedy when one person after another gets killed. The movie is full of intriguing little unanswerable questions, like: why does the nurse in the morgue carry a baseball bat to defend herself on the job? And why would the "patients" there ever require nursing services in the first place? This story has all the ingredients of a great killer-fish movie. I was, however, bitterly disappointed that Bradford Dillman was not in this one. It really could have used his talents.
Review of Piranha II: The Spawning
