In “White Hunter/Black Death,” a film director with megalomania named John Wilson (Clint Eastwood) has the power to do anything he wants. As one of the great Hollywood directors in the 1950s, he wants to hunt dangerous elephants, and he goes to Africa to make a film as a pretext to hunt. The discomfort of the crew or his writer Peter Verrill (Jeff Fahey) means nothing to him if it stands in the way of what he wants. Wilson likes to do things big, like Captain Ahab. So he wants to kill an elephant because it is a moral offense, not just a crime he can commit. Wilson spends little time directing his major stars, but picks fights he cannot win and shows patrician kindness to underlings who do his bidding. The nature of creative genius seems obsessive in this tale until a senseless death shakes the great director out of his lethargy and ready to make a movie masterpiece.