Don't even think for a second that the obscure "Great White Death" is a hidden treasure, or even a remotely recommendable animal-horror flick. It's not. Not even for shark-aficionados. It' a wildly uneven and umpteenth attempt to further cash in on the tremendous successful of "Jaws" and other giant killer animal movies of the 70s, except the makers of this junk were too lazy or too uninspired to come up with a story. Instead, they put together a bit of cool shark-attack stock footage and a lot of dull & irrelevant padding footage and labeled it as a documentary. Glenn Ford, trying to earn a few extra bucks in the autumn of his career, appears a couple of times in a fake library and pretends very hard to be interested in sharks. His job as narrator is largely limited to emphasizing that our oceans still homes many mysteries, and that we've only just begun to explore the wonders of nature underwater. He also uses a lot of superlatives and several sensational terms to refer to sharks, even the non-dangerous species, like "predators", "sea-monsters" and "pirates". Pirates?!? There certainly are a handful of interesting moments, notably the testimonies and reconstructions of actual Great White attacks, or the trivia insights given on Black December (1957-1958). Too bad there also are many irrelevant and dull sequences (like endless ritual African tribe-dances) and footage that'll cause shark fanatics a lot of heartache (the sight of numerous beautiful animals caught in fishnets).
