There’s something absurdly poetic about dropping a shark movie trailer on the eve of summer’s bloodiest holiday. On July 4th, America watches Jaws. But this year, Anthony C. Ferrante—the twisted mastermind behind Sharknado—wants to hijack that nostalgia with something louder, messier, and, let’s face it, dumber in the most glorious way.
The Great White Waters trailer just surfaced, and it’s not hiding what it is. Cocaine-packed duffel bags float in sun-drenched surf. Paranoia drips from cartel goons. And then—boom—sharks. Big ones. Frenzied. Blood-flecked water. Quick cuts. Screams. Flaming boats. A man literally chainsaws a fin. Subtle? Never. Fun? Hell yes.
Ferrante has made a career of weaponizing the ridiculous. After six Sharknado entries that got progressively weirder (Sharknado 5: Global Swarming, anyone?), you’d think he’d be out of aquatic absurdity. But nope. Great White Waters is his eighth shark flick and second Tubi-exclusive in two years, following 2023’s Blind Waters. And the trailer makes one thing crystal clear—this one’s diving straight into Scarface-meets-Deep Blue Sea territory.
When Cocaine Meets Cartilage
The plot is already ludicrous: cartel cocaine goes missing off Florida’s coast, and the retrieval turns into a blood-soaked buffet thanks to circling great whites. But Ferrante leans into the pulp. He co-wrote the film with Geoff Mead, and together they turn every possible genre knob to 11.
The trailer hits you with classic grindhouse energy: off-kilter zooms, a pounding score, and lines like “We’re not alone out here” dropped seconds before someone becomes chum. There’s even a shark POV shot through a haze of saltwater and blood—because of course there is.
The ensemble cast includes genre familiar faces like Angela Cole, Johnny Ramey, Ashton Leigh, and Michael Shaun Sandy, alongside newcomers like Alessandra Sanda. It’s not about A-listers. It’s about attitude—and this trailer’s got plenty.
Ferrante’s Shark Kingdom
Ferrante’s non-shark résumé is its own journey: zombies (Zombie Tidal Wave), haunted hospitals (Forgotten Evil), time travel (Time Pirates), Christmas movies, and even a Jaws: The Revenge documentary (Jaws Goes to the Bahamas). The man doesn’t stay in one lane—he builds rollercoasters.
But Great White Waters feels like a homecoming. It’s dirty, loud, fast, and gloriously unserious. The camera lingers on open wounds. The one-liners land like cheap beer shots. And the sharks? They’re as aggressive as the editing.
Will it change the shark genre? No. Will it break Tubi viewership records? Maybe. But what it will do is give anyone tired of polished, PG-13 thrills a chance to dive into something unfiltered. The trailer promises chaos—and delivers.
So—will you bite? Or are you sticking with Spielberg’s classic this Independence Day? One thing’s clear: Ferrante’s not asking permission. He’s already in the water.
