I absolutely LOVED this movie all the way through until the last fifteen-or-so minutes. That killed it for me. Dead. Like an elegant, visual opera interspersed with many subtle emotions that are raw, clear, undefined and believably contradictory. Weaving a deeply satisfying tapestry of scenery, humor, characters, and all their differences, joys and sadness. Brilliantly shot as well in every respect. Yet, to me, the ending was SO extraordinarily unnecessary as to be tritely cynical. It basically ruined the feel of the entire movie viewing those final scenes. I 'get' the point of it having watched many, many British and Australian films. I just feel that the climax was ugly, unkempt, rushed, and offered only an empty cliché with no defined exit or sense of renewal emotionally. I simply can not rate this film because of certain creative disappointments, and though I have no intention to watch it ever again, I would indeed recommend it.
Review of The Hunter
