The Big F (2016)
Sexually frustrated with the shortcomings of his male anatomy, Bigfoot escapes from his scientist captor and runs amok in a snowy suburb on Valentine's Day, looking for a mate and flesh to eat. The soon-to-be-doomed neighborhood is occupied by two house-sitting girls with their geeky dates, a lonely divorcee, and a drunken man named Maverick, who happens to be an amateur Bigfoot tracker. But will Maverick's expertise by enough to defeat the Big F with the little D?
The Big F is the newest feature from Brian Papandrea and Rock Bottom Video (Fangboner) and another in the never-ending wave of Bigfoot misadventures from the micro-budget underground. There have been so, so, so many clunky, homegrown, goofball, direct-to-video apeman flicks since Suburban Sasquatch alone that the only deciding factor in my viewing of this feature was its title. Apparently, hooks can be baited with even the most meager of worms (probably should've saved that metaphor for a fish-man movie... meh), but at least we have a movie to watch after Sexsquatch.
Bigfoot film fans will have less of a fun time with The Big F than fans of off-color video trash comedy, but those who fall into that second camp will likely be pleased with the film's quick wit and crude humor. Even after meeting the character Maverick (played by director Papandrea), I was prepared to lose patience with his over-the-top, white trash caricature performance but was relieved to have found myself laughing more times than not. The character Chuck is also good for chuckles as the story's straight man, however the rest of the cast were just plain straight.
The bigfoot costume is of the typical Halloween store variety (with some lowbrow modifications), and the violence consists of a few splashes of blood and another few instances of dismemberments. The synth score is provided by ambient artist Slasher Dave (of the stoner metal band Acid Witch) and fits the schlocky mood of the picture just fine. The sex quotient could've been amped up a little given the bigfoot's motivation, though the viewer is treated to some mild nudity early on. Lastly, the true saving grace is the location. It's nice having a sasquatch movie set somewhere, anywhere other than the woods.
The Big F is probably closer to a C+, packing a whole lot of gags into a short 70 minutes. The film as a whole met my modest expectations; what you see is what you'll get. I wouldn't recommend this unless you possess the specific sense of humor that this movie is aiming for, because if you've seen one dirt cheap bigfoot movie, you've seen them all. At this point, you're gonna be watching this for all the NON-bigfoot scenes, which aren't that bad. -N. Weaver