REVIEW: Gimme Head: The Tale of the Cuyahoga Valley Bigfoot
– By Dave Dubrow
GIMME HEAD: THE TALE OF THE CUYAHOGA VALLEY BIGFOOT goes a long way toward answering the age-old question, “Just because I can make a movie, should I?”
No. Just…just no. The answer is almost always no.
From the title to the subject matter to the cover image of some poor sap in a gorilla suit, it’s obvious that there’s no aspect to this production that was taken seriously. Nevertheless, efforts were made to infuse genuine humor, social commentary, and titillation into the script. Does that excuse the end result? No, but writer/director Logan Fry tried. And even succeeded here and there.
The story, a vehicle for the kind of humor I enjoyed quite a bit decades ago, centers around some grad students sitting in a coffee shop, watching a news report about Bigfoot stomping around the local woods. For reasons not made entirely clear, they decide to seek out this creature themselves…and find trouble not long after.
Production-wise, it’s consistent with microbudgeted indie horror films shot by people who don’t know what they’re doing. The sound quality was so terrible that I couldn’t hear long swatches of conversation over room tone and the soundtrack. Choppy editing, little to no use of B-roll, and liberal use of close-ups without establishing shots didn’t help the viewing experience. Special effects were done mostly with Karo syrup and food coloring, plus some green screen. The less said about the acting, the better.
There were some high points: the plot was moved forward by faux news reports, which were intermittently funny. The scene near the end of the movie with the posse looking for Bigfoot had a laugh-out-loud moment. Rance, the barista (baristo?) at the coffee shop says of Bigfoot, “Boobth. He’th afraid of boobth.” (I’m not sure that lisped line was meant to be as funny as I found it.)
Because it’s become a thing now, I am duty-bound to inform the reader that some of the actresses expose their bosoms during the film.
The movie’s epilogue explains a few plot points, so you won’t want to miss that. That is, if you made it through the movie’s first 37 minutes. I did, and may God have mercy on the tattered remains of my soul.