"I hope the jaguar guns have come from Purdey's. We should have some good hunting up the Amazon. Great sport, hunting."
"The best sport in the world," agreed Rainsford.
"For the hunter," amended Whitney. "Not for the jaguar."
OH NOES! Could this be dramatic foreshadowing?
Uh, yeah. Totally. But still a lot of fun to read.
This is where it all began. This is hunter-becomes-the-prey-for-the-entertainment-of-the-decadent-rich almost a hundred years before The Hunger Games.
This is the standard James Bond villain, complete with expensive booze and egotistical monologuing, created while Ian Fleming was still a moody teenager.
This is also "Bechdel test? What the hell is that?"
But it's still a good time.
If you haven't read The Most Dangerous Game
since high school (or at all), you could do a lot worse in the bedtime story department.