Based on the Hawks I've seen, Hatari! seems to be a fully realized evolution of his catalog that becomes less driven by plot or conflict, in a classical narrative sense, as his career matured, and more a beautiful documentation of the loveliness of human interaction at work. Initially slightly put off by what felt like shoddy acting, I came to love them for their flaws, as I would any of my friends.
This isn't a masterpiece, but it is a real touchstone in the craft. I'd even call it a lark. One big lark. Enormous, as its run-time and serial narration suggest. I see why many take this to be a producer of brilliant formal ideas, and I see it having a lot of fun while doing that, but I also see - and why not bring it up - animal cruelty, sexism, and post-in-neo-colonial racism on display. Why go to all the trouble?
Another of Hawks's paradises, an outpost on the edge of the world where the camaraderie of men at work is enhanced by a spunky femme who might conquer their leader's heart. It's a wonderful place to spend time, and the first three-quarters contain fond, worldly, delicate wisdom that the film promptly undermines with one of Hawks's lamest endings. But it's an old-timer's reverie, to be sure.