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A Movie for Hunters Who Like Movies

It's no secret that Hollywood hasn't been much of friend to the American hunter in the last century. That said, if someone were to produce a modern hunting film, how would you want it to be done? Stephen Hunter has some ideas of his own.


Hollywood has not been a friend of the American hunter since at least the early ’50s, when a large entertainment corporation noted happily that Davy Crockett “kilt himself a ba’ar when he was only 3.”

It was considered a good thing, an exemplar of the hunting ethos as a foreshadowing of greatness to come. It spoke of the prodigy’s gift—Crockett was seen as a kind of Bobby Fisher of the wilderness—with the early attributes of strength, cunning, high woodscraft, superb marksmanship, patience and character that would find its highest expression in his gallant last stand, swinging Ol’ Betsy as the Mexican infantry closed in with bayonets. It was understood that it was the hunter in him that created the hero in him.

I suppose Jed Clampett must be considered an heir to Crockett’s legacy, a last stand of sorts for the icon of the huntsman as heroic. Played by no less than Fess Parker’s affable pal, Buddy Ebsen, Jed was a poor mountaineer, but he kept his family fed. Indeed, he is hunting when a shotgun blast aimed at—what, turkey, goose, fox?—penetrates and reveals the oil wealth that underlies his mountain hollow. The subtext: hunter as provider.

But it didn’t last. Indeed, it was more of a last hurrah. It is beyond my scope to consider the reason the hunter has become far more a figure of menace than sustenance in the movies but chronologically, it seems to have begun in 1942 with “Bambi,” which the Disney company moved from Felix Salten’s Vienna woods to America, changing the hero’s species from the spindly reddish roe of Europe to the magnificent whitetail, and envisioned the hunter as despoiler, bearer and deliverer of sin via death packed in a .30-30. Though it was released in 1942 (the book was written in 1923), the animated feature was re-released at regular intervals for the next half century, and then enjoyed an afterlife on television, tape, disc and now in cyberspace.

That means an entire generation heard the lone echoing shot that made Bambi’s ma disappear forever, and tracked the loneliness of the young buck as he desperately searched for the old gal, and the realization, as communicated by the Prince of the Forest—a mythically beautiful stag—that ma is gone.

Note the absence of context and detail. The Prince, for example, doesn’t communicate as deer do, by peeing on a certain gland in his leg, to which Bambi responds by peeing on his leg. No, it’s done in whispers and mutters, presumably muting some higher form of Shakespearian dialogue. Moreover we only experience the fate of ma from the deer’s point of view, and, after all, deer don’t have points of view, or memory, culture, fast food or even cable TV. They only have bundles of fast-firing nerves that envision existence in 30-second units. But “Bambi” wasn’t really about deer as animals but about deer as superior moral beings.

And, for the longest time you could say that the one thing hunting movies were never about was animals but only superior moral beings with four legs, and with two, who wrote and made them. Thus the drama of the hunt was used metaphorically to represent some higher form of mischief, like infidelity, capitalism, debauchery, capitalism, upper-class cowardice and, of course, capitalism. This was particularly true of the long-vanished genre known as the safari movie, where some uberstud in khakis and pith helmet bedded his rich clients’ wives, killed their wounded lions for them and even, if necessary, fought the Mau Mau on their behalf.

In 1947, the best of these movies, “The Macomber Affair,” appeared from a story by an actual hunter named Hemingway. It clung to the paradigm, or maybe it invented it: Macomber (Robert Preston, the prissiest of leading men) is unmanly in the face of a lion, is shunned by wife who then sleeps with pro hunter Greg Peck. But the next day, Macomber finds his courage facing a really nasty m’bogo and in a fit of pique, his wife (Ava Gardner) puts a 6.5mm Mannlicher through his skull, because she knows that if he’s found the courage to face 2 tons of nasty black death on hoof, he’ll soon find it to dump her. But the movie isn’t in any fashion about hunting; it’s about the decadence of the rich.

My favorite is the wildly politically incorrect “Safari,” of ’55. First of all it stars Victor Mature, who is always so irredeemably bad he’s fun to watch. It also stars Janet Leigh, whose breasts are captured in a brassiere shaped like a couple of V-2 meplats. (Why a woman on safari is wearing a sweater is only something a Hollywood B-grade script writer can justify as he soaks in vodka over his squandered talent.) It’s another tale of the bad rich, of whom Leigh is initially a member by marriage. Her husband, coward and blackguard, falls prey to lion and she defaults to Victor’s loving biceps and strangely purple face as they fight the dreaded Mau Mau. I saw it at 8 and my memories are any 8-year-old’s: the Leigh bosom and the Sten gun Mature used in the climactic firefight.

Mature may have been the last heroic hunter on land until “The Ghost and the Darkness” came along in 1996. I have a feeling it was green-lighted, somewhat out of time, on the reputation of its screenwriter, William (“The Sting,” “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid”) Goldman, who had to try for over a decade to get it made. I think the final deciding factor in its favor was that it was perceived as a land-shark version of the phenomenally successful “Jaws.”

It certainly followed the structure of “Jaws,” with a naïve hunter (Val Kilmer in the Roy Scheider role) assisted by a garrulous showboat old salt (Michael Douglas as Robert Shaw). It even managed visual replications, as the two man-eaters of Tsavo, famous for eating railroad builders before World War I in British East Africa, slither through the high grass of the savannah invisible save for ripples very much like the great white did under the placid waters of Amity Bay. The more placid the surface of either grassland or wetland is, the more you know that within lurks the beast and if you don’t get that, the music will tell you.

I’m actually not crazy about it, not because it’s so derivative, but because the gun handling is so sloppy, not because it parts way with the truth in vast ways, but because it personifies the animals as evil. They weren’t evil: They were hungry and old, just like me, and they ate the railway workers because they were easy pickings. That’s why I go to Popeye’s, and there’s really not much difference. “The Ghost and the Darkness” commits Ahab’s mistake: Like him, it projects human attributes on brute nature, when the lesson is that in nature, nothing is personal. It’s just a matter of getting through to the next day.

But far more often the hunter is psychopath. In “Joe Kidd,” a party of hunters is really a party of man-hunters, and it’s up to Eastwood’s title character to hunt them back. In “The Bear,” a French-Canadian nimrod actually cuts X’s into his pure lead bullets, and then demonstrates their hideous evil by shooting one into a tree. It looks like a tactical nuke detonating.

“Jeremiah Johnson” has the lone honor of defending the hunting lifestyle, but it is famously oppositional in conception, written by Hollywood bad boy and outcast John Milius. Then there’s “The Deer Hunter,” not about deer hunting, and “The Shooting Party,” not about a shooting party, and “Track of the Cat,” not about tracking a cat.
But let us cease complaining and advance an argument. What would in fact be a great hunting movie, one about the process, the art, the honor, the passion and the necessity? I’m thinking of something that goes back to the beginning: Call it a remake, if you will, but in my dream picture, “Bambi” is remade, this time from the point of view of the hunter.
Since Disney moved the story to America and the species to whitetail, we’ll do the same. Let’s say Tennessee, but let’s keep it in Salten’s 1923. Let’s say Uncle Walt decided to go all out, and so his animators indulged fully in their incomparable gift, the lushness of their color, the multi-plane camera that gave depth to form and detail to focus. Let’s say the forest universe is realized as it was in “Bambi,” with a painter’s sense of composition and texture and light, a sort of cathedral to the skill of the hand of the artist.

But who would our hunter be?

I see a man of simple but rugged faith, raised in the woods and hollows and at home in them. He fought for his country in the Great War, and came back seeking peace, quiet, love and land, and an escape from loud noise and dead friends forever.

He has a family, a gaggle of kids now that he’s 36. He needs to keep them fed. He has a tradition. He has a god. He has a country, a civilization. He has responsibilities. He embraces them all, in the name of something he could never define, but we would call duty.

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6 Responses to A Movie for Hunters Who Like Movies

Danny Hoehne wrote:
August 16, 2013

Minor 'The Macomber Affair' the wife was Joan Bennett, not Ava Gardner. I just watched it.

tdubb wrote:
June 04, 2013

It wouldn't be a movie. It would be a documentary.

Kevin Wheeler` wrote:
May 01, 2013

Did you not count 'Hatari' because they were only trapping animals, and not 'hunting' them?

Jerry Evans wrote:
May 01, 2013

There was a movie I watched on television in the early 70s about a black panther that was hunted in the snow somewhere in the mountains. I remember the premise being that the panther was killing livestock or something and the hunter spent days trudging through the snow and pines. Great movie for a kid to watch. I've experienced that snow and pines on several hunts...Elk - not panther. Anybody remember the name of that one?

Rope wrote:
April 30, 2013

I remember reading the book 'Bambi', years ago when I was in junior HS. The book respected and honored the true hunter, while the poacher was punished by the buck (deer) in the story. Disney turned a great book into trash to sell it to kids. I also read the book that inspired the movie 'The Ghost and the Darkness' a few years ago. The movie was NOTHING like the book. Hollywood tends to malign great literature into their warped world view.

Jeff Burleson wrote:
April 27, 2013

Hmmmmm. How about a movie about a husband and father in lawful possession of a firearm who successfully and peacefully deters an assault only later to be accused of a violent felony assault. Then put on trial facing 14 years in prison. Or is that even remotely possible?