Vengeance is always a thrilling impressive white knuckle ride of a plot promise as long as your name’s not used in the sentence “…and then he turned the gun on himself.” But sadly, The Hunter doesn’t deliver quite what we’re looking for. Ex-con Ali (Rafi Pitts) comes home from work one day to find his wife has been accidentally murdered and his daughter is missing, his world implodes.
Ali is angry, and not just get a lawyer angry, but get out there and kill some cops angry. And so his war against the injustice is unleashed. Although, his anger is so much of a slow burner it fizzles out completely into him staring. A lot. In fact in a staring contest he would be the gold medalist. The film looks beautiful in places, there are genuine moments of atmosphere and tension but ultimately it misses ticking any kind of passion box. It’s difficult and gloomy. It’s quite the challenge to not only to direct but star in your own film as well and one which Rafi Pitts seems to have misjudged, resulting in a rather self indulgent wandering about the forest in the rain in an art house type of movie kind of a way. There’s no anger here, no passion, no rage, just a lot of missing the plot.
Showing @ Cameo 18th June 20:50 and 20th June 20:00