Hatari! - The New Yorker
Howard Hawks’s African adventure, from 1962, starts out with a trapper being gored by a rhinoceros, but his big-game hunters’ main—and most dangerous—prey is the opposite sex. The sprawling, rowdy story concerns a motley international troupe of freelance adventurers (and their boss, a young woman) led by a hot-tempered Irishman, Sean Mercer (John Wayne), who are thrown into emotional disarray when a woman photographer (Elsa Martinelli) shows up. Though the roughhousing young actors Gérard Blain and Hardy Krüger serve up a comic allegory of Franco-German reconciliation, politics take a back seat to sex, served up in a dazzling wealth of innuendo. Hawks sets the tone when Krüger, pressed close behind the French actress Michèle Girardon while zipping up her dress, says he’s “afraid of ripping something.” There’s plenty of drinking, joshing, fighting, and intimate maneuvering, along with exciting scenes of animal trapping, which were filmed on location with the stars involved. A woman-hunting elephant provides a Freudian jolt, set to Henry Mancini’s jaunty music, and Red Buttons is moving as a Brooklyn cabdriver in exile whose heart does a U-turn.
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