I strolled into Hunting Season braced for a bog-standard B-movie to chew through 90 minutes, but blimey, it snuck up and proper hooked me… tight as a snare drum once the gears grind into gear.
Mel Gibson’s grizzled survivalist dad isn’t reinventing the wheel, mind, but he lends that rumpled charisma to uplift a script that’s lean and mean, no faffing about with needless bloat.
The young cast holds their own splendidly, dishing out heartfelt sparks amid the woodland grit, though the chief baddie veers a tad OTT, like a Bond villain gone feral.
That first half simmers deliberately, lulling you before unleashing a blistering 50-minute frenzy of revenge and raw survival – pure escapism that flies by.
A surprising 7/10 for this unpretentious thriller; underrates the charm if you ask me. Fancy a spot of family-fueled firepower? Grab the remote – it’s a corker for a cosy night in.
