The Los Angeles theater Cinefamily hosts a late-night weekend series called HFS; the “H” is for “Holy,” the “F” is a gerund and you can probably guess what the “S” stands for. It’s a series dedicated to movies that are jaw-droppingly brilliant in their complete disregard for the general rules of cinema and good taste, and they go beyond “bad” into a loony realm of awesomeness all their own.
Two years ago, “Piranha 3D” was one of those rare HFS movies to feature big names and to get a wide release. Critics and audiences alike were bowled over by its chutzpah, its in-your-face gore that managed to be both stomach-turning and tongue-in-cheek and by its total willingness to own its own stupidity.