A real estate firm (Baxter Realty) with plenty of sway gets to pressuring the local sheriff when America’s favorite hairy biped (technically, not an actual Sasquatch) begins to roam around and terrorize a pleasant Pennsylvania suburb. The owner is tearing up plenty of the natural habitat to build plenty of housing developments… something his deceased father (and company founder) would not be proud of. The locals are already in a tizzy thanks to the town-wide scavenging trash fest going on. I guess garbage perusing brings in plenty of out-of-towners. The sheriff is worried because it’s not the first time this monster has paid the town a visit, Mr. Baxter doesn’t want the news of this thing scaring off prospective homebuyers and an old pro gets called in to put an end to the cryptid unpleasantness, although he’d prefer not to kill the creature. A grunting man in a particularly fake looking monkey costume represents the titular cryptid but it’s Mark Polonia and his son Anthony directing so I’m okay with any cheap hijinks. The Polonias have plenty of sway in this house. Familiar faces abound (the always welcome Jeff Kirkendall and Ken Van Sant and the completely charming and lovely Jamie Morgan) and failed comedy is way more acceptable when you know the goofy man behind it. He really never grew up. You’ll still be groaning but you may not be as offended as you should be. Paper cutouts serve as footprints on the carpet (and grass), flashbacks to arm wrestling serve as character development, gingerly applied ketchup (don’t want to ruin any furniture) serves as violence and flatulence serves as the height of House Squatch comedy. Completely juvenile but also perfectly watchable at just 70 minutes.
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