Razorback

A giant feral pig kills people in the Australian outback, and Russell Mulcahy, fresh from directing music videos, shoots it like the most expensive perfume ad ever made. Blue-lit night deserts, fog, slow motion, and a monster wisely kept mostly off screen.

The plot is thin and does not matter. What you remember is the landscape rendered as another planet and the sheer confidence of the imagery. It flopped and became a cult object, correctly.

Style over substance, when the style is this good, is not a criticism.