Is this Whack-A-Mole?
The Most Dangerous Game (1932) is a familiar story: nasty bit of work likes to hunt The most dangerous animal!, and that leads to a horrific conclusion …. for someone. In this version, a number of victims have been killed and then deprived of their skins by Zaroff, and when big-game hunter Bob Rainsford lugs himself onto Zaroff’s beach, he finds Zaroff, Eve Trowbridge and her brother, Martin the Alcoholic with the Annoying Voice.
So one loses their skin and another picks up the title Official Victim, but he’s slippery and daring.
But there’s little to really rouse our sympathies. Oh, it’s not like Al Capone is being hunted, but the good guys are really too good. Rather than the Victims becoming victims and maybe losing a few of them because of character traits, it’s really more of someone having the idea of the Big Hunt and forgot to develop it further.
But the dogs are really, really cool. And I enjoyed some of the cinematography more than I should have. So that was a nice positive.
