‘the Man Who Killed Hitler And Then The Bigfoot’ Review: Nuff Said
“The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot” revives an exploitation film tradition, in which a sensational title hooks viewers for a movie that’s all windup and no pitch. The writer and director, Robert D. Krzykowski, even appears to have leaned into the concept, turning false advertising into a motif. The man (Sam Elliott), hunting for the Bigfoot, drawls that his average-footed prey is “not really living up to its name.”
To back up, which the flashback-heavy narrative is prone to do, Elliott plays Calvin Barr, an American veteran who, in this version of history, assassinated Hitler, an action hidden by both the United States and the Nazis. That service separated Calvin (played as a young man by Aidan Turner) from his sweetheart (Caitlin FitzGerald), leading him to a lifetime of stoic moping and loneliness, save for the company of his brother (Larry Miller) and a loyal dog.
Calvin has still got it, though — before the title card, he makes short work of thugs who try to steal his car — and good thing, too, because the government needs him to track a yeti. There is something admirably perverse about a movie that treats the killings of Hitler and Bigfoot as secondary to a character study of a crusty old man and his regrets, but that doesn’t make the film less dull or deflating to watch.
Douglas Trumbull, who knows from ape men from his work on “2001: A Space Odyssey,” is credited as a visual-effects consultant. It’s a shame the Bigfoot sightings are so few.