Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

I must be honest, when ‘The following footage was found….’ pops up in the opening text of a film, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end – and not in a good way.

I think most of us by now have been burned by some found footage flop or another, but The Bigfoot Tapes takes things to a whole new level.

Stupidly plotted, annoyingly acted, weak scripted and with a host of ‘twists’ that just do not work, this US effort is a real misfire.

Funnily enough not from the outset though, as the opening 20 minutes or so promise something decent.51EVpU++NyL__SY300_

After starting off with the infamous Bigfoot footage from back in the day, the film focuses on Stephon, a documentary filmmaker eager to put together a film looking at the legend of the beast.

Stephon ropes in a couple of his mates (played by Davee Youngblood and Shy Pilgreen), packs some camping gear into a car and sets off for Siskiyou County, where the bulk of the supposed sightings have happened over the years.

When the trio get there they are met with suspicion and even menace from the local folk, but naturally they ignore those warnings, haul on the camping gear and head into the woods – filming everything of course.

From that point on the film veers into Blair Witch territory, with the growls of a supposed Bigfoot replacing the witch.

In fact, it is strange to note just how much the two films are alike, or how much The Bigfoot Tapes is a plain and simple rip-off.

There are scenes where the group come across strange tableau in the woods, plenty of shaky night vision camerawork and even an ‘I’m so scared’ moment – minus the snotty nose.

The whole thing quickly becomes quite laughable – and boring.

And don’t expect the script to take you to any new places, with the second half of the film thinking a simple bark of ‘What the fuck’ would suffice for every other line of dialogue, and I’m not kidding.

The Bigfoot Tapes clearly envisions itself as a cross between the likes of The Blair Witch Project and Deliverance, but it comes nowhere close.

And just when you think things couldn’t get any worse, the film closes with a shot that is likely to provoke even more laughter than what has gone before it, which I’m pretty sure is not what director Stephon Stewart was aiming for.

Clocking in at the 90-minute mark, The Bigfoot Tapes is at least brief in its torture.

But anyone expecting, or for that matter wanting, anything resembling entertainment should steer well clear.

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About The Author

Simon Fitzjohn

Simon is a journalism tutor in London, who also just happens to be a movie fanatic, with a craving for the darker side of cinema. He has written two books, one on the horror films of director Bob Clark (2014) and the other on the history of the character Norman Bates (2015). His third book, on the work of British exploitation director Pete Walker, is due in 2017.