ight, degenerates, today we’re tearing into Kraven the Hunter—a non-spoiler review so clean you could show your grandma… if she’s into bloodthirsty maniac hunts and animal skin couture. Is this movie a feral masterpiece, or did it wander into traffic like a confused raccoon? We’ll give you the highs, the lows, and the downright WTF moments, all without spoiling a damn thing. So grab a drink, put the kids to bed, and let’s talk Kraven—because this movie might hunt, but it sure as hell doesn’t gather.

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