I managed to start watching “The Hunt for the Wilderpeople” without really knowing too much about it, which is fairly rare for me. It played at Sundance in January when I was there, but I didn’t see it, though I recall a general sense of positive buzz. I knew it was New Zealand director Taika Waititi’s follow-up to the vampire comedy “What We Do in the Shadows,” which was one of the funniest films of last year. And I knew it starred a bearded Sam Neill and some sort of pudgy kid. That was about it.
If that’s enough info for you, and you’re willing to trust my judgment, you can stop reading after the next sentence. “Wilderpeople” is a completely delightful, brilliantly odd little comedy that’ll make you feel like “Napoleon Dynamite” might have if that movie had been made with a little more heart.