Effortlessly terrible and a complete waste of time, The Prey incidentally refers to the audience watching the movie. As, with the promise of a brutal inhuman axe murderer, what could go wrong? Well, The Prey proves that lying is okay. There was no axe. There was no brutality. In fact, there was nothing really. Any characters with a semblance of personality were, curiously killed off instantly. The biggest character arc was from Jackie Coogan's Lester Tile who went from not liking a sandwich to then, hold on to your seatbelts, liking it.
Now, having researched into this film, I'm aware that there is a longer cut which eliminates all the pointless conversations, nature photography and banjo playing. Hearing that executives took creative control away from the filmmakers is about as surprising as the film's plot. I think it is important to note that here I am reviewing the executive cut which they felt needed more nudity. Brilliant.
The experience of the film is equal to watching a dying animal. In fact, I would rather watch a dying animal. I would rather watch some actual prey rather then the film.