I’ve just been reminded that I have this thing, and realised how long its been between posts, what can I say, I got caught up in the journey I was hinting at.
So now almost six months later and what more can I tell you? That content feeling has come and gone, but for the last few months its been more settled, my hours have been filled with cuba libres, good conversation and a distinct lack of a computer, and I’ve been loving it. I’ve seen some of my relationships for what they were – destructive, gone out of my way to avoid drama, and met some amazing new people that have made a world of difference, not to mention made me see things very differently. I digress though, this isn’t what this blog post is going to be about.
Colleen posted on my wall a week or so ago about a new Australian movie called “The Hunter” . Now I’m not sure why, but Colleen is way more likely to take a chance on an Australian film than I am, I think being forced to study The Castle in high school by an American teacher because in her belief it was the “truest representation of Australian Culture ever committed to film” kind of broke me.
Every so often though, an Aussie film blows me away. Last year I was creeped out and fell in love with “The Loved Ones” It really was Pretty in Pink meets Wolf creek, but it still didn’t *quite* hit the mark, in the way that so many Australian films do. Its like they know what they want to say, but somewhere between the second and third act they lose their way.
I didn’t know much about The Hunter before I watched it, other than Tasmania needs to rethink their marketing. In a nutshell, its about a guy who is hired to find and hunt the Tasmanian Tiger for a big corporation. Now I am one of those people who would like to believe, that somewhere in the wilderness that is Tasmania that there is a population of these animals, and that our mismanagement of our wildlife didn’t see us wipe this very unique species off the face of the earth, I mean, there’s enough wilderness in Tasmania that is old growth forest and impossible to get to that there is a sliver of hope for the species.
They captured everything perfectly though, the attitude of Loggers towards Greenies (or people they perceive to be greenies), the town which survives on logging and the possible threat of people studying the local wildlife, the opposing views of greenies, the beautiful and often deadly scenery of Tasmania, and the type of turmoil one would expect when going hunting for an animal that’s believed to be extinct. The movie was beautifully shot, and the soundtrack captured everything perfectly, it never interfered with the film only added to the overall feeling. Not to mention the little boy who never audibly spoke a word but whose face gave away so much.
Its interesting, if this was another cryptozoological film about hunting Bigfoot or a chupacabra, then it would be received completely differently but the possibility that there are still Tasmanian tigers out there is plausible enough that this felt realistic.
If you get a chance, hunt this film down, I honestly don’t think there will be another Australian movie this year that will top it. For me at least, it didn’t put a foot wrong at any point. In fact I have an overwhelming urge to watch it again already.