Do not waste two hours of your life watching Discovering Bigfoot. I am a bigfoot agnostic, and typically enjoy sasquatch-hunting programs like Animal Planetโ€™s Finding Bigfoot, because life gets boring and sometimes itโ€™s fun to pretend there are fuzzy giants chilling in the forest. But this documentary sucks. Itโ€™s a molasses-paced slog through anonymous backcountry forests (presumably in Canada, but who knows) led by director/star Todd Standing.

Hereโ€™s the thing: According to the very trustworthy-sounding blog Team Squatchin’ USA, those in โ€œBigfootdomโ€ have some serious doubts about Standing. Apparently heโ€™s known for sharing โ€œevidenceโ€ thatโ€™s obviously fakeโ€”in other words, heโ€™s a hoaxer! I did not know this before viewing Discovering Bigfoot. My eyes were willing to trust what I saw, even if they glazed over after 20 minutes of watching Standing wander around the wilderness and yell into the darkness every night. Every so often, heโ€™s joined by fellow bigfoot expertsโ€”some, he emphasizes, have PhDsโ€”who gasp at odd footprints in the mossy earth and stick apples on tree branches while yelling โ€œGIFT!โ€ The tagline of Discovering Bigfoot is โ€œyou
will feel the fear.โ€ I did not feel any fear, but was reminded of an excellent bigfoot film that did scare me: the 2013 found-footage horror movie Willow Creek, which is set in the tiny California town where the Patterson-Gimlin film was recorded in 1967. Watch that instead.

Formerly a senior editor and the music editor at the Mercury, CK Dolan writes about music, movies, TV, the death industry, and pickles.