In third quarter 2019, it was announced that Hollywood was coming out with a movie called “The Hunt,” in which wealthy Elites amused themselves by murdering those of us they considered Deplorables. Sort of equal parts “The Most Dangerous Game” and “The Purge.” Our side of the current Great Political Divide was understandably outraged. It was then announced that the movie’s premier would be postponed, and the furor faded.
With the closing of the theaters due to the pandemic, “The Hunt” recently opened in streaming format, for a fee I’m told is about twenty bucks. Tip: You can rent it from Redbox for like $1.80.
I saw it. I’m not the least bit “triggered.” The movie turns out to be satire, folks. It’s funny as hell, and honestly, the Elites seem to get the worst of it.
The two factions are both led by strong female characters. Leader of the Deplorables is a practical blue-collar Southern gal named Crystal, played by Betty Gilpin. The dominant Elite is named Athena, played by the aptly named Hilary Swank, who turns out to be a hell of an athlete though perhaps with some aid from strategically placed stunt women. “Athena” is portrayed as a stereotype “rich bitch” right out of Central Casting, rich as in “has her own intercontinental private jet full of caviar and champagne with which to transport a dozen kidnap victims and her own murderous friends” rich.
“Crystal” is the least unlikeable character in the whole movie and is the undisputed star of the film. Spoiler alert: She ends up as the last combatant standing, and has the magical ability to conceal a quantity of spare 12 gauge shotgun shells in skin-tight clothing. She takes no crap from anybody: one character on her side is listed in the credits as “Shut the f*** Up Gary” because that’s how Crystal constantly addresses him.
I told my lovely bride about that. She replied, “Shut the f*** up, Mas.”
But she said it sweetly, so it helped me relate to the movie.
The lesson is, don’t get all worked up over stuff we’ve only been told about and haven’t seen yet. And if you know anyone who does, instead of telling him “Lighten up, Francis,” you can tell him, “STFU, Gary.”