One of the hardest lessons for film students to understand while writing a script (besides proper English) is giving the audience a great grabber! While pressing play on your Sony Super Betamax SL-HF750 of the 1950s creature feature Teenagers Battle The Thing (aka Curse of Bigfoot) you will appreciate the Flocker family, as within the first two minutes of the movie (you might call this a Flocker shocker) they show the monster and give you juicy blood rampage (even if it is ketchup squerezing out of the bottle). Another hard lesson to learn is if you happen to open up a giant hole in the middle of a wild frass area, and happen to be brave (or stupid) enough to go down the rabbit hole of idiocracy, at least don’t bring out the ancient beast that was left there for a reason, a lesson our young (and like I said, dumb) teenagers find out the hard way!
When the Flockers (way to go, FLOCKER!) set out to make their cheapy creepy classic, little did they know that only their fellow neighbors in their small town would be the only ones to see the film for years. Unable to get a distribution, the film sat in the filmmaker’s closet for years until dusted off in the 1970s. Armed with a camera, some cheap snacks, and a few cast members from the original 50s shoot (know a few years, and winkles, older), the flockers filmed a few more scenes and spliced together the OG footage to make a brand new film called Curse of Bigfoot. Although I am sure the intentions were to make a newer and better version, the results were muddled and should have been buried. If there was one lesson to learn from the first version, some things should just be left alone (you could learn a few things here, Mr. George Lucus!).
It’s the summer vacation, and young archeology students Johnny, Sharon, Bob, Linda, and Norman, have the distinct opportunity to dig and hunt with Dr. William Wyman. Walking around for a while (and walking again, and again, and again, and again…) the studious Indiana Jones wannabees stumble upon a dark and mysterious cave. As they explore the cavernous hole, they find an ancient thingy-ma-jig, long forgotten (and for good reasons). Like most young (and like I said before, dumb) scientists, they ignore the warnings to leave the thing alone and after a millennia the beast wakes up and is pretty hungry (and probably has to pee after all those years). Will they slay the beast before it is too late? Will help form the local police department save the day? Did the filmmakers shoot enough footage to make it at least seem different than the original? All will be answered after you un-bury this wild VHS thingy.
Stomping your way at a tiny fifty-nine minutes (or eighty-eight minutes if you watching Curse of Bigfoot for some odd reason), David Flockers only other major contribution to the film world was a documentary called Seven Wonders of the West (Although I would argue that the eighth would be the dedication and journey of these two movies by the Flockers). Due to it falling into the public domain, you can find this teeny bopper Monster hopper almost everywhere but do try to enjoy the Rifftrax version of Curse of Bigfoot if you stumble upon it (just watch out for those holes). So like the Flockers, find a thrown-away pizza slice and reheat it to perfection while getting lost (and found) in this forgotten treasure of cinematic monster history!
