Dangerous Animals

Making this work requires wit, the right tone and a ruthless sense of pace. Byrne manages all three with a sure hand.

Taut and well crafted, a worthy birthday present to “Jaws,” celebrating its 50th anniversary this summer.

...Sean Byrne’s third feature is neither as gripping as The Loved Ones, his prom-night horror, nor as intriguing as The Devil’s Candy, his supernatural heavy-metal thriller, but it rattles along as effective B-movie gore.

Courtney delivers a knowingly gonzo performance as Tucker, blazing past his history of ho-hum Hollywood heroes (Terminator Genisys, Suicide Squad, Divergent) to deliver a truly inspiring villain whose insanity knows no bounds.

Jai Courtney is superb as a kind of satanic version of Steve Irwin, jocular, sententious and insane.

This film has an audience, certainly, but it feels very derivative.

Byrne and Lepard have hit upon the ultimate summer movie, one that not only mixes and matches genres but is as funny as it is terrifying. You’ll laugh till the victims bleed, grotesquely transforming the ocean blue into a sea of red.




A glorified B-movie given appeal beyond its salacious premise through sharp filmmaking and even the occasionally lyrical aside. This is all so much better than “serial killer shark movie” has any right to be.

If there were an Australian version of 'Criminal Minds,' [this] could...be an episode of it...very silly stuff, but it’s executed with a grim efficiency that will put it over with viewers who are entertained by...extended exercises in sadism.

It’s a breezy, blood-soaked summer ride best enjoyed with an ice-cold Corona and zero expectations.