This was a hell of a way to learn I am sasquatch face blind.

I was set to write this off after 30 minutes as an ingenious short-film premise that couldn’t possibly sustain an entire feature. And if it continued on the path set out by the first act (i.e. sasquatch bodily humor gags ad nauseam, emphasis on the nausea) it would have been a disaster.

Instead, the shock value humor is front-loaded; it’s practically daring you to get grossed out and bail. (I almost did!) Then the second half sneaks up on you. A wordless film about sasquatches pissing and pooping that’s somehow kind of moving? Yup.