This blood-drenched, earthy, dirty French movie is a faithful watch for everyone pleased that modern horror movies sometimes do sidestep the 'I see dead people' drama/cannibalistic infections/slasher/asbo-brats/torture porn, and a well-made animal-based horror is potentially a horror-fan like me's dream, but it unravels after a good night's temporary companionship, undone by the cheating front cover that promises a combined species grand assault that never happens, little, if any shots of real animals, and a largely unsatisfactory feeling that this meaty piece was taken from the oven and hob too quickly, instead of simmering nicely. Wild Boar are a great choice for the deserved threat to our argumentative and obnoxious animal killers combing the nearby woods for what's killing the resident deer (another ideal threat never used), and the tension mounts for some time, and there is a fair amount of gore and pain on show up to a point, but the attacks are frustratingly barely-seen, and the close-ups recall the less dextrous days of 'Razorback' (which still probably remains the best killer pig vehicle), considering the shortcomings on this one, despite how effects/make-up are supposed to have advanced since 1983, and actually make it look like the men aren't under attack from an animal at all, yet when they're being harrassed, tracked and hunted, you do feel these barely-seen creatures are hunting them with an expert tracking system and you feel fear, excitement, anticipation, and then it kind of wafts away on the breeze. This to me does not snort total success. Nor do the lack of people that really need to suffer animal wrath in every walk of life. Why concentrate on these few? Worse, there's the usual in-breeding, nature-tampering by Man excuse that can't seem to ever grasp the notion that animals have a perfect right to attack us for as many reasons as we do each other and they don't need US to control, excuse and explain away any thought they may have on this score. The biggest threat to horror creativity these days is clearly lack of imagainative risk.
There's no extras on this film to speak of, perhaps unsurprisingly, but 'Prey' (while no relation to the far better US killer Lion movie made some years before) is an enjoyably cooked breakfast while its sizzling away in the undergrowth, but it goes cold quickly out in the open air, so I find myself in the unusual position of being little bothered of a repeat viewing, which I know won't season its rather regrettable deficiencies. Nonetheless I may keep it; it's certainly not bad or even indifferent, as the Nature Fights Back movement of the 70s will never happen again, and most of those movies remain frustratingly out of print. Maybe the slightly earlier, than this, 'Pig-Hunt' is better, maybe it isn't, I don't know, having avoided it so far, but now I wonder if that might better bring home the human bacon.