In its final season, Hunters is a series of highs and lows. The highs include pulpy action and brutal violence, as well as themes that border on the profound (especially in the finale). There is an Inglourious Basterds-inspired breakaway episode that is excellent too. However, convoluted storytelling and a subplot that seemingly exists just to keep Al Pacino involved make the series less than completely interesting, a problem exacerbated by the three years since Season One. It’s just hard to remember anything outside of the broad brush strokes, so you’re really just returning for the Nazi killing, which, admittedly, is always fun, even in its simplicity.