¡Tintorera!

This film is about 3 people-2 men and a woman,who get together as a threesome,doing Everything together.The woman swears that she has no feeling for either of them specially and encourages them to feel the same way-no commitment.But when 1 of the guys dies by a shark attack,she leaves the other one,apparently having a love for the dead man in the end.During this film,many women die from attacks-hardly introduced as characters,so you don't really care.The film is bizarre and ridiculous.

You're making a Jaws imitation and feel it won't be very popular. What do you do? Fill it with nude and sex scenes of course!In fact,Tintorera is so concerned with showing naked bodies(a surprising amount are men)that the bloodthirsty shark lurking in the waters becomes a mere sub-plot.You begin to ask yourself where the hell this shark is when the characters(horribly dubbed,by the way)are gleefully skinny dipping.

You will ultimately give up on any hopes you may have had of Tintorera being exciting in any way and just enjoy the nude scenes which,by the way are always given a big signpost before they happen,for example"Hey,I've got this GREAT idea,lets all take our clothes off and go swimming!"

Technically,Tintorera is hilariously inept,as is most of the dialogue.The shark scenes are obviously some sort of documentary footage,clearly indicated by the fact that it is a different type of film.Therefore,the characters that get attacked are never seen in the same shot as the shark,which has a very cheap feel to it.

So there you go.That's Tintorera.I can only recommend this film to people who want nudity but don't have the balls to rent a porno(you guys know who you are) and 70's buffs who want to hear a few forgotten disco tracks.

The film starts off promising. Right off the bat, we see the shark, a tiger shark to be exact (a.k.a. Tintorera), accompanied by darkly brooding theme music. Once the title hits the screen, the music changes into an upbeat jungle/disco rhythm hybrid... and disturbs the mood, completely. Potential is lost from here on out, and everything else escalates in a downward spiral... reminiscent of a "flush rinse", and about as enjoyable.

Our main characters, Esteban and Miguel, are a couple of happy-go-lucky/shark-poaching knuckleheads who love to hang out together, on the poopdeck... in the nude. Oh, and they also have a penchant for the ladies. The ladies must dig them for their lack of morals and hatred for underwear. The yachting type, to a tee.

ANYWAYZ... Our story continues to shamble along, and all the essentials are here: nude swimming, crazy sex, more nude swimming, gratuitous stock footage of sharks getting killed for no reason, dry land conversation that occasionally lapses into another language, a few chicks here and there, even more nude swimming, close-up after close-up of Hugo Stiglitz and his beard, yachta, yachta, yachta.

Fiona Lewis, Susan George, Jennifer Ashley and Priscilla Barnes are just a few of the lovely ladies, that join Esteban and Miguel, from one occasion to another. Summer flings don't mean a thing, 'less you got that love sting.

If you enjoy seeing real sharks getting senselessly slaughtered for no reason, then there is plenty to see here. One hopes that these scenes are stock footage, and not created for the purpose of this film. Either way, it is crass exploitation, at it's worst.

There aren't enough good things to keep this film afloat. Ultimately, the film's poster along with an interesting score by Basil Pouledouris, the man who would later give Arnold Schwarzenegger his trademark cues, with his score for "CONAN THE BARBARIAN", are the best qualities. A major waste. A good film could have been made, but wasn't.

Barnes, George and Lewis all appear in shoddy nude scenes, that may give this film it's only appeal.

As for the director, Rene Cardona, he has fared much better in previous films. If only he had teamed the shark against the aztec mummy, we might actually have something worth seeing!

Along with the equally uninteresting "DEEP BLOOD", this one ranks as one of the lesser films to come out of the "JAWS" knock-off trend.

Reporting from my schooner, sans clothes... -Nathan.

Most of the action takes place on land, and nothing of substance happens there. The film is lowbrow to the extreme (every single female character is an airhead that's ready to go to bed with a stranger THE MINUTE she meets him - the ultimate male fantasy, perhaps?), but at least you get to look at some beautiful landscapes, and of course there is also a lot of nudity to keep you going between the all-too-infrequent shark attacks. (*1/2)

The technical ocean photography portrayed real sharks in action, seeking anything in sight, made JAWS look like a Disney flick. This picture had a great deal of realism and presented a very clear picture of the world in which the sharks of the ocean dwell. Susan George and Priscilla Barnes held you spellbound with love and romance and the fear of being eaten alive by the "TINTORERA". If you are a Susan George fan, view this picture.