Leeches!

Okay, the "leeches" are rubber leech gloves on someone's hands. The swim team is a collection of non-acting, nondescript, male models who can't afford shirts. The females are utterly useless. The "story" seems thrown together at the last minute, and the filming itself has a closed in, tunnel vision look, like we're zeroed in on 10% of what's going on, while missing 90% of the picture.

Is LEECHES the worst movie ever made? No, there are equally dismal pieces of cinematic dross out there.

So, while this movie might be extremely painful, it won't cause agonizing death. Director David DeCoteau has his target audience, and perhaps this hits that mark. Otherwise, it's sub-sludge in its most pungent form...