"If the skin-deep connotation of his titular creature wasn’t apparent enough, it might be because the real subject at hand isn’t the shark, or the man who feeds it, but the lust for blood that sustains he who feeds and watches it. And given how much the film hums with the warbles of Ozploitation, this is no mere conjecture. Set to a propulsive score by Michael Yezerski, its screenplay, courtesy of Nick Lepard, slickly dispenses with the cheap thrills we’ve come to expect without saturating the mix. In examining the death drive and its fetishistic obsessions, Dangerous Animals should, in theory, be a nauseating experience. That it should exploit these obsessions and make us gleefully willing subjects of them reveals not shoddy writing, but a deft and knowing hand." - Morris Yang, In Review Online