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And after a thoroughly ridiculous amount of pondering, my nomination for the first true killer animal film is—

THE NAKED JUNGLE (1954)

In which plantation owner, practising domestic tyrant and all-around self-declared superior male Charlton Heston gets a little more than he bargained for with the arrival of mail-order bride Eleanor Parker. Their inevitable conflict is, however, somewhat rudely interrupted by the arrival of what is at one point described as, “Forty square miles of agonising death”.

It turns out to be an understatement.

Fun fact: this is one of the films to which I attribute my hang-up about eye-violence…