I watched The Hunter today during my dialysis treatment and once again marveled at the acting of Willem Dafoe, the lead, and Sam Neil, in support. It is a film about Tasmania and wildlife and humanity. The quest is for the Tasmanian Tiger. I actually have a book on my book shelf about the Tasmanian Tiger, which looked quite differently from the appearance of the Tasmanian Devil. The two have powerful jaws in common it is true, but Devils are dark and stocky. The Tasmanian Tiger was more wolf-like with a sandy colour and tiger stripes. In the film a corporation believes that the reported sightings of the Tiger are true and that the animal has a toxin it uses to paralyze its prey after the initial bite, and that there is money to be made from this bio-commodity. Dafoe is sent to get the biological “riches”. The young shattered family he lodges with seem to crack his hard shell and he warms to them. The film moves through the wonderful Tasmanian wilderness and the plot and characters are well-drawn.
It had a negative effect on me in that it reminded me how I am hooked to dialysis and could not spend twelve days in the wilderness chasing a Tasmanian Tiger as Dafoe does in the film.
If you have a sense of how Australia looks, don’t misunderstand that Tasmania although just to the south of Australia is like another world. My visit there today via the movie made for a quicker-seeming dialysis run.