I heard this movie was about boar hunting, but, of course, being Australian in the 80s and all, it had to be about a million other things, including oddball secondary characters who are up to no good. It’s the Mad Max syndrome, you know? I don’t care which country you’re in, no one gets raped, then attacked by a boar. Busy fucking script! Also, Razorbak looks post-apocalyptic for no good reason.
They really crammed three movies into one, didn’t they? The plot is so damn convoluted you tend to disconnect and space out. If a story can’t be summarized in a sentence, your screenplay probably needs a few more passes. Ultimately, if the hook doesn’t fit in the palm of your hand, your film is probably doomed to fail. While the acting is decent, I can’t say that I cared for the characters.
The film’s flaws have a domino effect on every competent aspect. Had there been a cut of Razorback all about boars, it would’ve made a fun nature horror picture. Watch 2017’s Boar instead. Razorback is one of the most profound creature features I’ve had the chance to watch, and, hopefully, all that wisdom will float your boat. Great ending, though! The third act is all there should’ve been.