Il cacciatore di squali

The 'Poor Man's Peckinpah' triumphed once again at a time when poor Bloody Sam was Hemingwaying himself into a way, way, way too early grave. One of the most reliable Italian genre names of the era, good ol EG (as his buckle proclaims) once more as in Street Law combines his aforementioned master, Shakespeare, impressive stunt work and a confident leading Franco Nero to thrilling effect.

A sharp script, great score and outstanding photography aid the proceedings and elevates Shark Hunter above most euro-action and at a time when the trend was beginning to slip into a still not awakened comatose.

It's about time this and several other of E.G.C's outings once again see the light of day as they're damn classy fun. That being said, there are always pacing problems with Castellari's pictures, but usually nothing major. Still, they're a lost form of the action film which needn't rely on grit or angst to tell a good story but rather operatic flair which elevates the audience's participation into more than just a spectator. These films are full of life, warts and all and i suppose that's just not some people's idea of escapism. But hey ho, there's room for all of us.