Climate of the Hunter

I happen to like movies in which people talk a lot and speak in a way that people don't really speak. Relationship movies that unfold. I stumbled on this on AMC Plus and I'm glad I did. What a weird, uncomfortable, but intriguing movie. The first flashback with the wife and the son is super creepy. Nice use of washed out green tones in that scene, like a 90s Japanese horror movie. I don't want to spoil too much and it's hard to get to the character count without doing it so I'll just say I also appreciate these kinds of indie films in which you don't recognize the actors from anything. It's easier to believe they are really the characters.

There's not many perfect films in the world but this is one of them. From wardrobe to dialogue to acting to music to direction to cinematography to, well, everything. It fails in no area. The tone is perfectly absurd, kitschy, beautiful and dense. The writing is serious, comical, mysterious and magical. It's everything an independent film should be.

Just what exactly does 'sane' mean?

Reminded me in that respect of the Poe story in which the lunatics take over the asylum.

Extremely entertaining and discussion inducing.

Some wonderful images. Clever throughout with some very humorous moments.

It's not really a horror or a mystery. More like an episode of Days of Our Lives set in The Twilight Zone. The 70s vibe is perfect in every way. I'd generally prefer something with more horror, action or bizarre narrative, like Terry Gilliam's work, but Climate of the Hunter is well made and offers something different.

Three middle aged persons meet after two decades ;each of them lives a complex life. The man has a defiant son, his sick wife gets into a mental institution, he returns to the place of his childhood. One of the two sisters remains unmarried, the other one suffers from disorders, abandoned by husband, has a daughter who is planning for having a child.

It is the skill of the various people that enable a simple story into a horror mystery that reminds me of the 70's and 80's Jean Rollin films, they are fantasies in which story gets into backside, we see lively paintings before us.