Director: Elio Petri
Starring: Marcello Mastroianni, Ursula Andress
Murder as performance art -- those crazy New Yorkers will watch anythingIt's the 21st Century and, if mankind is still alive, he's playing a game called The Big Hunt. Participants are chosen at random from a contestant database to be either the Hunter or the Victim, and you have to be one or the other at least 5 times and survive to win. Caroline Meredith (Ursula Andress -- she's American. No, really) has just finished number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 and Marcello Mastroianni (playing a guy named Marcello) is on his seventh game when he's picked to be victim number 10. He needs the money having just annulled his wife (still no divorce in Italy??) and had his furniture repossessed.
"If the big hunt had existed in 1940, Hitler would certainly have become a member and there would have been no World War II."
Interesting theory -- so is this a political comment on the state of mankind in the new millennium? Or is it an Utopian vision of modern morality: instead of illegal murder and suicide you can play in the hunt and not only make your life and death an exciting game, but you also get one million dollars if you win number 10. That's right, one millllllllllllllllllllion dollars.
sheep and plaster casts better scurry...Yeah, maybe it's about that. Maybe it's about kooky interior/exterior decorating and swinging fashion; or maybe it's about the influence of advertising on the lives of everyday people; or maybe it's modern society's need to validate everything through entertainment.
"Don't kill me, Caroline. Without television, wouldn't it be useless?"Maybe it's about bullet bikinis and the even bigger questions raised by them:
Oh no ... you di'n't ...you did.
Like where do you load it, and, yeah, come to think of it, how would you pull the trigger?
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