Like The Grey only greyer, Daniel Nettheim’s passable mood-piece is a thriller, drama and wilderness flick rolled into one.
Trouble is, only the latter really hits home. Lone gunman Willem Dafoe is sent down under by shady corporate types to kill the last Tasmanian tiger, but falls in with local hippy Frances O’Connor and her tree-hugging tots.
Though the mist-shrouded landscapes have a certain allure, and Dafoe is charismatic as always, the domestic and conspiracy elements are so perfunctory you sense the film, like its hero, can’t wait to bugger off into the bush and forget about them altogether.
