Really a fascinating French film, concerning a Neanderthal man and his relationship with a really attractive (more advanced) species. A very difficult movie to pull off and with any degree of emotion and sensitivity but 'The Last Hunter' is very well pieced together, nicely paced and with some cool action sequence. Anyone expecting loads of prehistoric beasts will ultimately be disappointed but 'Ao' is so much more. A touching, alternative love story.

AO: THE LAST HUNTER is the latest in a line of prehistoric epics. These films seemed to originate with the cheesy back-projected movies of the 1940s before Hammer had a mini resurgence of them in the 1960s with ONE MILLION YEARS B.C. and its follow-ups. They were back in the 1980s with the likes of the influential QUEST FOR FIRE, but since then the genre has been a little quiet.

This film is French and unsurprisingly for the French it plays out as a love story for the most part. The hero is a wandering Neanderthal hunter who meets up with a woman who just so happens to be a Homo Sapien. The two fall in love, but not before the surprisingly modern plot elements play out. And that's the main problem with AO: it feels very modern in places, particularly with a modern-language voice over narration which really feels out of place, and the usual gender issues which would play out on a modern romantic comedy.

As a film, this does have a fair few strengths. The visual look is strong with fine cinematography bringing to life the snowbound terrain. The effects are strong and the look of the Neanderthals is an authentic one. There are some truly exciting moments, like the polar bear fight. It's so unfortunate, then, that most of the running time is wasted with romantic nonsense, when the director had the change to make something so much more profound.

I actually quite enjoyed this movie even though, for the first ten minutes or so, I was hating it with a passion. So why the change of heart? Well, first off, the movie is without speech of any meaningful kind at all. The prehistoric people do have languages, but you can't understand any of it. It's not a big deal, since the scenes do a pretty good job of "showing, not telling" as they play out. The plot is fairly simple as well, so you are never really in much doubt what is going on.

But here's where the problems I experienced in the first ten minutes come in. Even though it is essentially speech-free, there is just the worst documentary-style narration going on at times. You're probably saying this isn't too bad. But trust me, you have to hear it to understand why I hated it so much.

The narrator reads his dialogue like he's just been informed his entire family has died in an automobile accident. Flat, uninterested and with all the liveliness of a cymbal-clapping, monkey toy that's had its batteries removed.

Without exception, its the worst delivered narration I've ever heard. It sucks you right out of the action and sets your nerves on edge. You want to scream at the screen for him to stop. To shut up. To let you enjoy the movie. But he never does.

Thankfully, the narration is heaviest near the start. It becomes sparser and more spaced out as the movie goes along and you even forget about it at times. Then, out of the blue, up it will pop to spoil your enjoyment for a few seconds.

Why they thought it would be a good idea I don't know. The story is easy enough to follow without it. They could have at least got someone who wasn't a secret fan of The Smiths to read it.

Despite the talk-over, the film is enjoyable, if predictable all the way through. The only unpredictable thing about it is guessing when Captain Monotone will pop-up to depress you with his stagnant narration!

SUMMARY: Might be worth watching with the sound turned down for the first few minutes. Worth watching, even with the dire and unnecessary exposition.