Sasquatch Sunset (#543)

I honestly don't know what possessed me to see this film.  For no understandable reason, I thought Sasquatch referred to an indigenous family  experience.  I quickly lost that thought as it opened and realized the film was about Bigfoots, those questionable mythical creatures that supposedly roam the forests of north America.  The Zellner brothers, writers and director of this ridiculous display deserve nothing less than to be shot—or worse, made to sit through this film 22 times. To begin with, there is no dialogue, no narration.  All you get are gutural grunts and other noises from actors clad in what appear to be rotten, smelly hairy costumes, even actors like Jessie Eisenberg, who I seem to remember playing Mark Zuckerberg in The Social Network, walking upright and otherwise cavorting in the forest for all four seasons.  What is more important is what possessed me to stay for the whole 1 1/2 hours while I watched these creatures cavort on screen—defecating, urinating, fornicating and even delivering a baby creature before my very eyes. At one point in the winter, it appeared that the baby had died, but mom shook it and otherwise abused it, and it came back to life. I prayed a lot in SASQUATCH  SUNSET—prayed that it would end soon (and not what seemed like three weeks later); prayed that I could at least take a nap or two but couldn't because of the noises the ape-like stars made constantly; prayed that someone would call me and say I was urgently needed somewhere else.  Everyone watching with me stayed to the bitter end, and one woman laughed admiringly at the scatological sequences.  I think the high point of the film for me is when they stumble upon a road, look both ways and jump up and down in alarm and then squat down to relieve themselves.  I don't think the Zellners are making films for people as shallow and dim as me.  The critics are obviously fans of the Zellner brothers, for 71% of them gave this one a thumbs up. Audiences, with only 38% approving, were more discerning.