Bigfoot (1970)

User Rating:

1.3/10   

Director:

Robert F. Slatzer

Writers:

Robert F. Slatzer (screenplay)
Robert F. Slatzer (story)

Release Date:

21 October 1970 (USA)

Genre:

Horror | Thriller

Tagline:

Breeds with anything...

Plot:

Bigfoot kidnaps some women and some bikers decide to go on a rescue mission to save them. |

Plot Keywords:

Bigfoot | Biker | Motorcycle Gang | Motorcycle | Indian

Cast

John Carradine	...	Jasper B. Hawks
Joi Lansing	...	Joi Landis
Judy Jordan	...	Chris
John Mitchum	...	Elmer Briggs
James Craig	...	Cyrus, the sheriff
Christopher Mitchum	...	Rick
Joy Wilkerson	...	Peggy
Lindsay Crosby	...	Wheels, biker leader
Ken Maynard	...	Mr. Bennett
Dorothy Keller	...	Nellie Bennett
Doodles Weaver	...	Forest Ranger
Noble 'Kid' Chissel	...	Hardrock
Nick Raymond	...	Slim / Evil Bigfoot
Del 'Sonny' West	...	Mike (as Sonny West)
Walt Zachrich	...	Deputy Hank

Also Known As:

Big Foot (USA) (alternative spelling)

Runtime:

84 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Canada:13+ (Quebec) | Canada:14 (Nova Scotia) | Canada:PG (Ontario) | Sweden:15 | USA:GP

Filming Locations:

Big Bear Lake, California, USA

Company:

Ellman Film Enterprises

Quotes:

Joi Landis: They're practically sub-human, except that they still live like animals!

Hillbillies, bikers, and crap! Oh my!

There's a vastly superior movie out there called The Ninth Configuration, written and directed by William Peter Blatty. In that movie about an insane asylum dwells a character named Frankie Reno who feels compelled to do an all dog production of Shakespeare. Now, should Frankie ever film the fruits of his labor, I'm convinced it would yield a better movie than Bigfoot.

We're talking about a film whose production appears to consists of "whatever can fit in the back of a pickup truck" filmed at what I'm assuming was a breakneck pace to get a product in the can and distributed to America's drive-in theaters (maybe 'drive-thru' is a more appropriate term.) What I'm trying to say is, I hope minimal time and resources were dedicated to this movie because the technical merits are so abysmal that the clearly deteriorating print from which the incorrectly framed DVD was made may actually be an improvement to the original projection over 30 years ago. I wish I were exaggerating.

Seriously, it defeats the purpose of a serious critical analysis (want proof, check out the cheesy DVD cover art). Instead, dear reader, I present the "fun" aspect of Bigfoot.

I enjoyed how Joi Lansing piloted a plane that, not surprisingly, crashes … but not before a leisurely conversation with air traffic control while grips stand outside the obviously grounded plane and shake it back and forth to simulate mid-air turbulence. I giggled with condescending glee seeing this pilot parachute out, descend, and then cut to her on the ground wrapping up her chute (my guess is the budget couldn't afford the ladder to simulate a landing.)

Let's not forget the masterful camera-work of the motorcycle gang riding through the woods – shots designed to instill an uneasy, slightly nauseating sensation, by vigorously shaking the frame as if … as if … the cameraman was sitting in the bed of a truck that had no shocks! And there's a brilliant moment in the "party" montage where it looked like someone dropped the camera.

What brilliant economical editing too! Why show the plane taking off? Crashing? Or Joi landing? And the quick cuts showing the editorial equivalent of nothing to show the plane going down (I guess).

Oh, and when Bigfoot's henchmen (littlefoots?) kidnap the pilot and the bikini-clad girl (what's her name?) – these two women are tied to barely visible saplings, so their surprisingly calm conversation comes across as two high-school broads hanging around the cafeteria gossiping. "So, which of the furry guys who kidnapped us do you think is the cutest?" Wait, it gets better, the bikini clad-babe (maybe it was the pilot in her … whatever the hell that outfit's supposed to be) gives us a quasi-scientific run down of what these creatures are.

A little bit later, glorified monkeys checkmate the rescue party in a battle of wits, the rescue party is tied to saplings next to the girls where they all uncannily resemble disgruntled company lay-offs waiting in line at a soup kitchen.

How 'bout John Carradine's car which the hare could outrun even if the tortoise gave him cement shoes and broke his legs. What am I saying? The tortoise could take an ice-pick to the hare, push the corpse down a hill and the dead body could outrun that car (not to mention require less maintenance to keep running.) Speaking of John Carradine, I hope you like ham and cheese with your turkey.

And I learned a very valuable lesson from Bigfoot: contrary to popular myth, dynamite does not actually require a fuse. It only requires a moron to throw it and boom!

I have a theory that films like Bigfoot are made as a self-help tool to make suicidal filmmakers feel better about their work. Even the most talentless hacks can watch it with the comfort of knowing, "well, I can do better than that. Maybe life is worth living."