The Hunter is the Tasmanian submission to the Oscars. It is the story of Martin, who is played by Willem Dafoe, who is a skilled and ruthless mercenary sent into the Tasmanian wilderness on a hunt for a tiger believed to be extinct. He is hired by a company that we don’t know very much about, and sent to live with a local family. When he arrives with the family, it turns out they have no electricity. They have no indoor plumbing. They have a cute seven- or eight-year old who is very mouthy and drops the F-bomb all the time, and a nearly mute four- or five-year old who is very cute. Dad has disappeared and Mom is in a drug-induced coma, and so Willem goes out and makes base camp. We don’t know until the very end whether or not he finds the tiger or not, but in the meantime he finds the remains of the dad, has a crush on the mom, and relates to the kid. I don’t want to spoil the rest of it. It is kind of a weird story, and you know it is not going to end well. I mean, Willem Dafoe keeps making weirder and weirder choices. I just saw him in 444, The Last Day On Earth, which is certainly an upsetting one. It is different, but you know it is not going to end well. It’s supposed to be about alienation and choices and caring, but its not terribly engaging. The scenes of Tasmania are beautiful, but I’m not sure that we care really about any of the characters except maybe the kid who doesn’t say a word. Three stars.