'The Shark Hunter' aka 'Il Caccatore di squali' (1979) – Enzo. G. Castellari.

I'm a lifelong 'judge a B-Movie by its bodacious-looking cover' guy, and I'm big enough to admit, this foolishness has oft led me astray, but any genre film created by Enzo Castellari & Franco Nero is a guarantee of excellence! While, perhaps, more than a little inspired by Peter Yates's The Deep, The Shark Hunter is a boisterously entertaining Euro-Snapper in its own right! The blue-eyed Monsignor of macho, Franco Nero, replete with a bountiful blonde coif, armed only with his depthless testosterone and a humble spear, goes mano a Squalo with unrivalled manliness in Castellari's thrilling deep sea treasure hunt.

Let's be honest, if you are about to experience an unwanted intimacy with man scoffing sharks, who better to call than Django, dude? If celluloid hadn't been thus far invented, The Shark Hunter's righteously entertaining premise would strongly demand it! Highpoints: phooken everything, dude, for real, but The Shark Hunter gets bonus points for Guido & Maurizio De Angelis's uncommonly sweet score, and Werner Pochath's sleazy reptilian hood makes the sharks look like tadpoles! Interestingly, Franco Nero's bluff Shark Hunter returned much later for more maritime mayhem in 'Killer Mermaids'. 

"At least with sharks you know where you stand, with people, never!"