Elis Roberts I have not been compelled to comment on any film, on any forum, until watching this sentimental, predictable, drivel. The directing was a mix of the static, unimaginative, and the cliché crap. The screenplay followed suit... Wearing similar suits, were the actors. The static-ness of some scenes were laughable, as seen in the 'don't' section of do's and don't's of film making in a bad film school. Characters who were supposed to be the 'goodies' made me sick, and equally annoyed, while the 'baddies' made me laugh... (especially the eye-patch) Please remember that this film will be an hour and a half of your life you will never get back!

esgue001 We picked up Little Bigfoot at a Winn-Dixie supermarket. I can't believe that the store would have the utter gall and contempt for its customers to place Little Bigfoot in the bargain DVD bin. From the initial shot of the sneering, eye-patch-wearing logger to the subtle POV shot of sawdust from a logger's chainsaw falling on the camera lens, the director unflinchingly inserts every known movie cliché, only to skewer it in the next utterly unique shot. Our group of reviewers discussed the merits of the film well into the night; I have not had such an enjoyable movie experience since MST3K was canceled.It is incomprehensible that a work of this magnitude should be followed by a sequel, but indeed Little Bigfoot II was released mere months later. Apparently the power of this one-two combination was too much for the producers, as we have not been treated to a third blockbuster installment.

Woodyanders A suburban family vacationing in the Oregon wilderness befriends a vomitably adorable baby Bigfoot (who looks like a squat, wizened old Chinese man) and its benevolent ape-like mommy, whose natural environment is being destroyed by an evil, greedy logging company. Art Camacho's soft-hearted direction does nothing to improve on Richard A. Preston's ungodly script, which wallows in abhorrently glutinous mush, resorts to all-thumbs moronic slapstick humor at regular intervals, and even makes a few clumsy attempts at topicality (besides the painfully overstated anti-deforestation theme, we also got a single mom trying desperately to raise three unruly teenagers on her own). Worse yet, the screenplay grossly overplays its hand with a strident and unsubtle "protect the environment" treehugger propaganda agenda (the baby Bigfoot at one point actually cries when it comes across a bunch of tree stumps!). The characters in particular are laboriously drawn: the good guys are disgustingly sticky-sweet, pure of heart and well-meaning to the point of total obnoxiousness while the villains are hard-drinking, trigger happy, brutish'n'boorish macho louts (one even sports a piratical eyepatch!). The cast gets horribly misused as well: "Halloween" strangulation victim P.J. Soles appears haggard and worn-out as the harried, but caring single mother, Matt McCoy nerds it up something annoying as a nice guy sheriff, Kenneth Tiger does far too much one-note snarling and sneering as the callous, mean-spirited logging company owner, and a pale, raspy, way past his prime Don Stroud seems very ill at ease as a jerky logging foreman. Ken Blakely's dewy, honey-hued cinematography, Louis Febre's sub-John Williams orchestral sap score, and the hideously fake Sasquatchs further contribute to this bomb's overall shoddy quality.

drewper This is one of the worst movies I've been forced to sit through (I had to work on this movie as part of my job--I need to find a better job). The acting is terrible, and the bigfoots (bigfeet?) look like cheap gorillas. What's worse, they name the little bigfoot "Bilbo." I hope it doesn't remind me of this horrible film whenever I pop on the LOTR trilogy. I wonder what kind of garbage was passed over for a company to decide to make this movie. That there is a sequel to it scares me even more! The best part of the movie is seeing Nick (Lloyd from Seinfeld's "Serenity Now" episode) playing a cop. It's pretty laughable. Stay away from this unless you want to lose 92 minutes of your life.