No Burgers for Bigfoot is a mockumentary about a struggling, small-town filmmaker named Michael Justice with no budget trying to make a film called “Return of the Bigfoot.” He has bad brushed back 80′s hair, a creepy blond mustache and these utterly ridiculous flip-up sunglasses. He wears nothing but cut-off jean shorts with a Hawaiian shirt always open, exposing his pale, hairless chest. So half the joke in this film is watching a guy like this try to inspire those around him to help make his movie.

And it’s pretty damn funny at times. The guy playing Michael Justice is dead-pan to the point where I was actually uncomfortable for the other actors. He has these little moments where his character is just so dumbfounded by someone or something that he can’t even speak. He is by turns arrogant and cruel, slow-witted and naive. What’s funny is not that he’s making the worst movie ever, it’s that the people around him are actually humoring him and taking the project seriously. It’s similar to a Christopher Guest vehicle in that sense. The laughter comes from awkwardly ignorant or self-absorbed characters.

No Burgers for Bigfoot works on many levels, and falls short on others. I don’t think all the actors were talented enough to pull off their archetype in a half-way believable way. Most error on the side of cartoonish absurdity. Yet overall this is a pretty clever film that should find its home on the Indie shelves at video stores around the county, the passionate recommendation of the quirkiest of employees! I give it 3 our of 5 stars.

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