Purely Joyful Movie!

Expected more

Let me be very fair here, this is not the best movie in my opinion. But, this movie is fun, it has purpose and is very enjoyable to watch.

The joyful confection is coated in a sparkly gloss, bright enough to gleam from the darkest, most cynical corners.

I caught this show by chance, as having a double dose of these scum, an earlier segment, that Sunday night, on Sunday Night, where they had a Sydney sting operation, catching unawares 40 yr old peds, meeting with pretty fifteen year old girls. We see the ped's traits a mile off, overweight, average looking, on the hunt for teen flesh, where instead, they find a rude awakening. Now cut to this later show, this was Sunday Night ramped up, where this late British teen, obviously a victim, at one time, sets up this sting with his friends, in a kind of underground operation, to catch peds, report em' and have the cops take these evil pedo fu..ers in, and basically ruin their lives, one such pedo objective, it went, further, resulting in a suicide, but like this victim, the unwavering, uncompromising Stinson says, "He had a choice", a cliché line, regarding pedo's to a tee. The first one I happen to spot on this show, was the calmist rock spider I ever met, when being stung, his attitude, that of indifference, it truly chilled me, and had my hair wrists standing on edge. Stinson and his boys work outside the law, but bring in a good catch of sicko sickie's, another one, I'm not even gonna tell, what his sexual victim was. We need shows like this, to really get this sick subject out there, so society can see just how these scum operate. For this kind of subject, this show was pretty hard core, knocking Sunday Night out of the water. Stinson is likable, he'll grow on ya, where we need more people out there like him, regardless of the fates that ensue, from the cornered pedo..asse's. Watch this show, but be cautioned, where at times it's pretty disturbing and affecting, but truly warrants one's viewing.

The Paedophile Hunter is a darkly compelling glimpse at the underbelly of society that most people don't like to think really exists. Stinson Hunter and his crew have taken to a controversial method to expose men who prey on children under the legal UK age of 16. He does so by posing as a child, using a young looking picture and then simply waits to be contacted.Then upon arranging to meet the man, Stinson and his crew question him and film him. This is where the controversy begins. The stings are undeniable for what they truly expose. It's horrifying to watch and hear the messages that these men have sent to what they believe is a child as young as 11. The denials are all the same as are the defenses. Stinson is undeterred, professional and relentless.Ultimately, what this film stands for is increased awareness of the sheer amount of predators out there. The film is hard to watch and gut wrenching at times (the man who went to meet an 11 year old disabled child and turned up with a bottle of wine in particular). Stinson himself seems genuinely driven by the desire to expose and deter.This will divide people in terms of opinion, but the divide is telling. In striving to protect children and expose the nasty, dark corners of the internet Stinson's motives become irrelevant.A game changer for a world reliant on the technology that some predators abuse. Watch it.

"These are not the monsters you are looking for" would be the best way to summarize this narrow-minded one-sided "documentary". It revolves around a broken man's misguided quest to bait other men from the internet -- he's broken from some serious unprocessed childhood trauma that he is unable to reveal. His conflation of consenting sex with pubescent girls, with actual violent rape (which probably happened to him) is absurd and deeply insulting to actual rape victims.No sensible critical voices are presented to balance his absurd beliefs, which sadly is still to be expected when dealing with this topic.All-in-all, a narrow depiction of confused and tragic characters who's lives are caught up in a (deliberately) unexplored still-taboo social minefield.