Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.
Kip Mooney // Film Critic
THE TIGER HUNTER
Sadly, Danny Pudi is the only cast member who hasn’t gone onto bigger things after COMMUNITY came to an end in 2015. Alison Brie has GLOW, Gillian Jacobs has LOVE, Yvette Nicole Brown is on this fall’s THE MAYOR, Joel McHale had a show last year as well as commercials and movies. And of course, John Oliver and Donald Glover need no introduction anymore.
But Pudi, thoroughly charming as the socially awkward film student Abed, hasn’t found a solid role yet. Now THE TIGER HUNTER doesn’t really offer him one as rich as Abed. His only defining characteristic is his determination, which doesn’t make for the most dynamic lead (at least since he’s not training in a sport here).
His Sami Malik lives in the shadow of his dashing father, who protected his Indian village from tigers. But now it’s the late 1970s: his father has since passed, and his engineering degree is useless in a town that’s barely industrialized. So he takes the leap and moves to Chicago, where he assumes he’ll land a job and house as soon as they see his qualifications.
As anyone who has struggled to find a good job in their field can tell you, that’s not how it works. Sami ends up sharing an apartment with nearly a dozen other immigrants, all working low-end jobs while they wait for their big break.
Sami takes a job as a draftsman for a company making microwaves, though they struggle with finding one that both fully heats frozen food and doesn’t explode. He makes friends with the boss’ son (Jon Heder, in what amounts to his biggest role in nearly a decade) and his Dukes of Hazzard-obsessed roommate (Rizwan Manji).
When Sami learns his childhood crush Ruby (Karen David), he and his pals hatch a scheme to pass the boss’ palatial estate off as his own home. If all of this sounds like any other number of “trying to make it in the big city” movies, well you’re right. THE TIGER HUNTER owes a debt to all those movies, as well as Wes Anderson. Especially in the flashback scenes, director Lena Khan – in her feature debut – owes a lot to his style. Unfortunately, a movie with this small a budget can only afford sound-alikes for its soundtrack. Only one genuine ’70s hit makes its way into the film: Cat Stevens’ “Wild World,” whose bittersweet lyrics don’t really jibe with the film’s sunny outlook.
Still, the movie is effortlessly charming, even when its plot knots itself into clichés. It’s also sweet without being saccharine. It’s not original, but it works.
THE TIGER HUNTER is now playing in select markets.