No Hunting

CinemaSerf

With the annual hunt looming large, any animal worth it’s salt has fled to safety as “Donald” and his buffalo-hunting grand-pappy set off to bag themselves a moose, or a deer, or a bear - indeed anything except a cow. They are not alone. Just about any amateur who can own and point a gun has gathered poised for 6am when it’s game on. Will they catch something for the table? There are a couple of quite pertinent points disguised in here: mankind’s ability to pollute, extensively, wherever we go and, of course, our ability to cause maximum destruction to ourselves and the environment with our trenches and lethal toys but I didn’t love this, to be honest. It’s completely lacking in subtlety and the humour doesn't really work for me, either.