Hatari! (1962) by Howard Hawks
I grew up with a father who was an avid butterfly collector and entomologist, focusing on the moth family tortricidae. We traveled all over Europe en rebuild van where you could sleep in the back, but we also made several travels to Africa and even Siberia to collect nightflying moths (on a small sidenote i once found a new species in southern Turkey, which my father named after me: Clavigestus Tokei). Hatari reminded me a lot of those trips to Africa, especially one in Cameroon, where we stayed at a Belgian big game hunters place. Hatari is reminiscent of Only Angels Have Wings (1939), albeit not as magical and coherent, but still it worked really well with some nice comedic relief once in a while. Its still a classic case of the big white man getting interrupted by the unknowing female. After all i guess Hawks might be my favorite American director.
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