Leon goes on a weekend bachelor party in Argentina with his best man and a few friends. The first night is spent getting drunk at a bar, which doesn’t bode well for everyone the next day when they get up early to hike into the hills. One of the guys hires a guide, which would be great if only he was actually from the area. But he’s not, so none of them know where to go.
There is a local legend about a man called the Hunter. He was murdered by the father of the woman he loved. Dad was pretty hard core since dogs ripped the hunters head off. Now his spirit searches for those with darkness in their hearts and makes them pay.
The group stumbles across a small town that isn’t on the map and has a building with a giant shrine to the hunter. One of the guys steals a cross from the alter. Good god man, not only does this show a lack of respect, but don’t you know that you never steal from a sacred site? Either the local legend will come true, or someone local who believes the legend will kill you. Also you’re in a foreign country and you don’t know the laws. Never do anything that could mean you end up in jail in another county.
A number of hours into the hike, they discover the person responsible for bringing food forgot it. One of the group gives up and heads back to town. But a short time later they find his shirt on the rocks covered in blood and a figure appears in the distance on the rocks. Is it the Hunter? Is the legend true? Do we care? No, we don’t.
The characters are either a little too soft or too arrogant. Also if you’re in the middle of nowhere and get stabbed in the leg, don’t pull the knife out. It may keep the blood from spurting. Oh my god, the guy who did that is a nurse?!? How did he not know that?
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