Another bad guy. I have been looking at this film for a long time, because the plot, to be honest, was a little surprised - a group of tourists came to rest, and they began to viciously rape. A snowy man to his mother! But – hey! – although I initially knew that the film would be prohibitively bad, I was preparing to write an angry review (I know that it is not enough work to write red reviews for obviously worthless films, I hope I will correct), but this tape is so “good” that on this site it did not even have its own page. But now it is, so let's dissect that bastard.
He (the bastard) is very much helped by the timekeeping - 45 with pennies minutes - the perfect time for a picture with poor credits, lousy actors, bland bed scenes, absolutely disgusting Bigfoot and well, it does not fit with what is happening on the screen action. I mean, I’m not talking about the opening credits, which are not so much that the curves, but also carefully hide from us, who slicked this worthy film (but wrote the location of the shooting – yes, thank you, I really should have known, a hundred shot it in Oregon and Alberta (Canada), especially considering that being out of town a couple of days ago I saw exactly the same clearings, nothing from the local no different) – I’m talking about the sound series, which is catastrophically reminiscent of music from Disney cartoons of the 50s. Imagine the music from Bambi, while on the screen we are shown the top half of a woman gleefully rubbing her breasts, while a mustache uncle does something with her lower half. Rassynchrone is like this.
The dreary porn (we’ve seen better) and inappropriate music fade into the background in the final quarter of the picture when Terrible Snowman, or as I call him, Rob Zombie in a fur coat, comes to the main stage. Oh, yeah. The dirty uncle in a fur coat is the thunderstorm of the surrounding forests. I think it’s too irresponsible for your job. Even for a '70s porn film made on toilet paper, it's too much. If you don’t have enough money even for a gorilla costume – throw your handheld camera away and never, never go near it.
It was fun, by the way, that when Bigfoot begins to court the ladies, they do not even resist, and one even smiled triumphantly. Where were the members of their groups when all this was happening? They stood nearby to attack the Yeti with stones at the very end of the spectator's laughter, which quickly hits tourists on the hump and washes away, and the ladies who voluntarily gave themselves up to insult the Bigfoot will be dragged home. Some spectators wipe tears with laughter, others stretch, passing out in the 10th minute, the session is over, tickets are not accepted back.
2 out of 10
