Fifty years after "Jaws," "Dangerous Animals" revives

We approached Dangerous Animals on tiptoe. The reason was its synopsis, calibrated according to the high-concept ukase typical of the current era of genre films: a serial killer plunging his victims into shark-infested waters. As if, separated from each other, the serial killer film and the shark film were no longer enough for a filmmaker to scare an audience that had seen it all – a real admission of the decline of cinema at a time when we are celebrating the fiftieth anniversary of Jaws and the thirty years of Se7en . Except that: as we have the opportunity to verify from its cruel and stylized preamble, Dangerous Animals is not the trilogy Jurassic World , that is to say a disillusioned metastasis of cinema cynically presupposing that its monsters have lost in our eyes the power to fascinate and frighten. Quite the contrary, this little horror film does not