If you want to see the spoiled and wealthy of the English countryside hoist by their own petard, here's your film. Dutch director Niek Koppen was given unprecedented access to the operators of the Ludlow Hunt, one of scores of legal blood sports organisations in Britain. By withholding all narrative judgement, Koppen lets the hunters speak for themselves. Their bizarre belief that they are somehow protecting the countryside by engaging in their ritual killing game will soon convince you that they are out of touch and ultimately heading to their own personal knacker's yard. Their disgusting disloyalty to their hunting dogs--who get put down the instant they can no longer sniff out a fox or keep up with the pack--is the final proof that these people care little about animals, life, or anything other than dressing up for a day of eco-terrorism and drinking.
