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We Jews have sex parody videosa word for the way I feel about Amazon's Hunters. It's dayenu, or translated, "it would have been enough."

Hunters exists to show us the myriad ways a Nazi can die horribly – alone, afraid, and cornered. There are Nazis screaming in pain. Nazis begging for their lives. Nazis fooled into thinking they'll live, only to face the horror of a long, slow, torturous death while a multicultural gang of Jews and Nazi hunters gathers around to bear witness.

Dayenu.

Hunters is cut, somewhat roughly, from the same fairy-tale cloth that Quentin Tarantino wove into Inglourious Basterds. It's not quite as polished as Q.T.'s World War II masterpiece, but they both turn gratuitous Jewish vengeance into a gleeful bloodsport. Huntersjust does it a little more unevenly.

The story opens in 1977 New York City with a 90-minute premiere that introduces Jonah Heidelbaum (Logan Lerman), the star of our story. Jonah lives the simple life of an innocent city-bred teenager when we meet him, but his world is soon shattered by a violent event.

One evening, an assailant breaks into the home Jonah shares with his savta(grandmother) and murders the old woman in cold blood. Crippled by fear, Jonah fails to intervene – though it would have surely left him dead as well – and the life he once knew quickly starts to fall apart.

Without getting into the spoiler-y specifics, he soon falls in with a group of Nazi hunters led by one Meyer Offerman (Al Pacino). The group is dedicated to rooting out what is apparently a small army of Nazis who found a way to survive and forge new lives in the United States after the war. The hunters find these Nazis, stage a reading of their misdeeds, and then kill them – often in creative ways, inspired by the heinous acts each Nazi is guilty of committing.

Nearly every episode in the first half of the season Amazon provided for review intercuts the present-day story with glimpses into the past. And so we spend a lot of time in Nazi death camps witnessing the horrors of the Holocaust. If you've never seen any photos or documentaries recounting those dark years, the sheer inhumanity of these sequences may be difficult to watch.

They serve a different purpose in Hunters, however. The series functions primarily as a work of "Jewsploitation," reclaiming the popular narratives around victimized Jews in film. The show's many sojourns into 1940s Europe fixate on uncovering the glimmers of hope in a hopeless situation, and on telling the untold stories of unlikely heroes finding ways to resist in the face of pure evil.

So we do see Nazi soldiers and officers visiting horror after horror upon their captive Jews. But we also see how those despicable acts become a source of strength for the would-be victims, and a reason to fight. It may not be universally true. It doesn't have to be. In the grand tradition of exploitation cinema, Huntersfeeds into the most gratuitous impulses of a Jewish audience.

If only it weren't so uneven. The premiere especially is quite a slog, delivering a feature-length story that feels fundamentally different in tone than everything that follows it. The cinematic flourishes and humorous interludes that those familiar with Inglourious Basterdsmight be imagining don't make an appearance until the full team of Nazi hunters is introduced in the second episode.

That speaks to another issue with Hunters: It unfolds at a glacial pace. Life lessons and character shifts that feel like they could be resolved in the space of a couple scenes take entire episodes. When Jonah, who for anything else that happens is still a teenager, has his inevitable moment of doubt, we linger on that for the better part of an hour, but the show fails to convincingly sell the pathos fueling those doubts.

It's more the fault of the writing than any one performance. Hunterssometimes seems to swing a little too wide, trying to cram so much into each hour-long episode that you're left dizzy and disoriented by the end. By the fifth episode, you're following two separate Nazi hunting subplots, as well as a thread about the Nazis themselves and another thread about an FBI agent (Jerrika Hinton) who's hot on the trail of everyone. It's a lot.

The performances themselves are soenjoyable though. Pacino seems an odd fit at first for the role of Offerman. You just wouldn't think this Italian star of so many mafia movies could pull off that one Jewish uncle we all share. But Offerman is the kingpin in a gang of righteous killers. Pacino is perfectly cast.

This idea of an odd fit that turns out to be just right is emblematic of the entire Hunterscrew. I could go on for whole paragraphs about Tiffany Boone's Roxy Jones, who feels like she fell right out of a Blaxploitation epic; or Josh Radnor's Lonny Flash, a "Tony award-winning" actor-slash-Nazi killer who immediately struck me as a more bloodthirsty take on Paul Rudd's Anchormancharacter.

We also have a pair of bona fide legends in Carol Kane and Saul Rubinek as Mindy and Murray Markowitz. They are simultaneously every Jewish aunt and uncle in New York City, genuine and warm and quick to fill up with shpilkasat the barest hint of good news. But they're also calculating investigators and masters of the deadly arts, in their own way.

For all the tonal and structural faults of Hunters, I couldn't stop watching. For a Gen X Jew who grew up in the Cold War era of New York, hearing horror stories about the Holocaust from Hebrew school and family alike, the show strikes an immediate chord. From the floral prints on a tablecloth in savtaHeidelbaum's kitchen to a rabbi's meandering parable on the power of faith, I lived a lot of the show's quieter moments personally, and I think that probably rings true for a great many people.

Huntersis a defiantly Jewish revenge epic, dancing all over the primal, formative memories of its target audience with gleeful abandon. It's a show that asks, "What if you grew up hating Nazis and everything they wrought, and then found out it was your literal birthright to mete out justice?"

It's a fairy tale, a totally gratuitous work of fiction that roots itself in the grim true fact of Nazis having been invited to resettle in the U.S. after the war. What if you knew who they were, where they lived, and exactly what crimes they committed? What if someone handed you all that information and the camaraderie of a group of like-minded assassins? What would you do?

It may be a fantasy, but oh, what a delightful fantasy it is. Dayenu.