Bigfoot County, New Sasquatchploitation Movie Following Found Footage Trend

Is Walter Higgins part of a viral media campaign for
 the newest Bigfoot movie Bigfoot County?

We like to take credit for coining the term Sasquatchploitation, we've been using since 2009 and after all we have the list of top 51 Sasquatchploitation Movies. If we can't claim the term at least we been keeping you up-to-date with the newest Sasquatchploitation coming 'round the bend; The Lost Coast Tapes, Exist and more recently Bigfoot County. Bigfoot County, based on a press release, is "a found footage thriller about a group of filmmakers who ventured into Siskiyou County in Northern California, an area widely known for its Bigfoot sightings, and disappeared. Their footage was found a year later."

That's it. That's the trend. "Found footage." What is found footage? Think low-budgets like Blair Witch Project, Paranormal Activity, and even big-budgets like Cloverfield. 

Wikipedia does a great job summarizing the Found Footage genre:

Found footage is a genre of film making, especially horror, in which all or a substantial part of a film is presented as discovered film or video recordings, often left behind by missing or dead protagonists. The events on screen are seen through the camera of one or more of the characters involved, who often speaks off screen. Filming may be done by the actors themselves as they recite their lines, and shaky camera work is often employed for realism.

With the announcement of Bigfoot County it is a trifecta this year for found footage Bigfoot movies.

More interesting, the movie Bigfoot County may have already started an online viral campaign by creating a  faux YouTube channel. After all, the whole idea of found footage is to give a "reality" quality to everything in the movie, media outside the movie contributes to the "reality." Blair Witch created fake news clippings and published them online, Cloverfield used texting on cell phones.

Watch the video below that seems to jive with the description of the Movie of finding footage in Siskiyou county. Some of you may remember this as the Walter Higgins, retired park ranger from Siskiyou county.



More from the press release:

Grindstone will release the film this winter through Lionsgate Home Entertainment.

“I went up to shoot a movie on Bigfoot; then a local I met with presented me with evidence that blew my mind,” says BIGFOOT COUNTY director Stephon Stewart. “After seeing this film, you will begin to believe what many have doubted since the 1967 Patterson/Gimlin Bigfoot footage was released.”

Grindstone’s Ryan Black adds, “The film puts a scary twist on a classic legend. Bigfoot enthusiasts and horror fans alike will really enjoy what Stewart has created.”

In addition to his directing duties, Stewart also produced the film with Richard Halpern along with executive producers Johnnie Colter and Joey Napoli. Angelique De Luca is associate producer.

One thing for sure, we will watch Walter Higgins' You Tube Channel for any updates.

WATCH: Trailers for New Bigfoot Movie; The Lost Coast Tapes

Are you ready for the next Bigfoot movie? the Lost Coast Tapes is a Bigfoot Horror film. 

Synopsis: After a "Bigfoot Hunter" claims to possess the body of a dead Sasquatch, a disgraced investigative journalist stakes his comeback -- and the lives of his documentary film crew -- on proving the find to be a hoax.

Below are two trailers from this upcoming movie. 

SalonDotCom: Finding Bigfoot is Robust Inanity

Cliff Barackman, James "Bobo" Fay, Ranae Holland and Matt Moneymaker in "Finding Bigfoot"

"'Finding Bigfoot' on Animal Planet is currently filming its third season, an enigma, indeed, considering the robust inanity of this program..."--William Giraldi, Salon.com

Salon.com is a progressive online magazine, with content updated each weekday. Salon magazine covers a variety of topics. It has reviews and articles about music, books, and films. It also has articles about "modern life", including relationships, friendships and human sexual behavior. Today they took on Bigfoot, more specifically Finding Bigfoot.

In an article titled Let's Get Bigfoot! Journalist William Giraldi critiques the new batch of reality shows that follow Bigfoot and aliens. As usual he does the whole armchair psychology to describe why he thinks people pursue bigfoot and why people watch them.

 

All across cable television, earnest man-boys are frenetically hunting Bigfoot, ghosts and lake monsters — when they aren’t investigating UFOs and alien abduction. The past several years have seen such an onslaught of these paranormal programs that one wonders what took cable so long to barrage our species’ soft spot for the fantastical and absurd. In the mid-1990s Leonard Nimoy narrated the relatively tame A&E series “Ancient Mysteries,” a show spawned from the success of the series “In Search Of” that ran from 1976 to 1982. Both programs offered the standard fare of sasquatches and flying saucers, poltergeists and voodoo priestesses, as well as the occasional episode that transgressed against the OED’s opinion of “mystery” — killer bees, hurricanes, tidal waves — because, let’s face it, there really aren’t that many unexplained phenomena anymore. In 2003 a show named “Unexplained Mysteries” aired for a single season, and the only actual mystery was how anyone could have allowed such a flagrant redundancy for a title.

Part of what makes modernity so much safer and saner than the Middle Ages is the noble function of science to unshackle us from superstition and hocus-pocus of every stripe. And yet it appears a goodly number of us prefer those shackles to rationality and fact because they’re simply more titillating, because some lives grow lame if they lose the possibility of communion with forces outside the norm. Harold Bloom has written that “it is hard to go on living without some hope of encountering the extraordinary,” and so outfits such as Animal Planet and National Geographic Channel have given a platform to jejune dreamers who refuse to have a hard time living, who transform hope for the extraordinary into unintended burlesque and cash for their CEO shepherds. Ours is a culture that doesn’t mind swiping credit cards for malarkey.

“Finding Bigfoot” on Animal Planet is currently filming its third season, an enigma, indeed, considering the robust inanity of this program, an inanity so pronounced — and of which its participants are so proudly oblivious — that the minds at “South Park” felt compelled to skewer it. (If you’re getting skewered on “South Park,” you probably deserve it.) The four-person team of Bigfoot hunters consists of three men with sketchy credentials — Matt Moneymaker, founder of the Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization; Cliff Barackman, who pretends to be “level-headed and analytical”; and James “Bobo” Fay, a gargantuan, hirsute human specimen who’s as close as you’ll ever get to seeing Sasquatch — and the obligatory “science-minded” female, Ranae Holland. They scamper through various wooded environs wearing irksome green night-vision equipment, declaring every twig snap an indication of an ambling “squatch.” They hold impotent and yawnful invigilations. They howl in petition of a return howl that never comes. They interview backwoods dwellers and look upon them with arrant credulity as these unknowing folk describe a bear they believe is Bigfoot. Each one of these monster hunters gives off a medium-strength air of having been picked on psychopathically as a teenager.

After his criticism of finding Bigfoot he takes to spend the rest of the article plugging his book, "Busy Monsters"

In a novel called “Busy Monsters,” I ridiculed Sasquatch hunters, ghost chasers and alleged alien abductees, and was pleased when I received hostile missives from supporters of the paranormal who felt offended by these satiric portrayals. If a novelist isn’t offending someone he isn’t writing honestly enough. This anti-fan mail confirmed for me the irrational religious fervor with which believers invest in their darling aliens and sprites, because only insecure individuals religiously devoted to nonsense look to be insulted at every turn. You can’t insult a geneticist by mocking the double helix. She might pause to laugh at you or perhaps lament the woeful public education apparatus that turned you so doltish, but she won’t be insulted and anyway doesn’t have time to scribble you hate mail.

During my first year of high school I had a beautifully cynical Englishman for a science teacher, Mr. Foster, who replied to my question about UFOs with a droll sentence I’ve never forgotten: “If they’re smart enough to get here they’re not dumb enough to be seen by you, much less crash in New Mexico, whose terrain strikes me as perfectly navigable.” When I informed him that aliens are abducting us for test purposes, he said, “You aren’t that special, my dear.” That cuts to the uncomplicated core of the issue, does it not? Take a look at those who claim to have been bodily hijacked by oval-headed spacemen: They are the ostracized and neglected, the unfit and lonesome, those hapless outcasts who can’t get a date. How special, how unique, how worthy they must really be if aliens traipsed a trillion light-years to beam them up and insert objects into their anuses.

The tremendous success of “The X-Files” from 1993 to 2002 both confirmed our ceaseless interest in the otherworldly and disseminated on a mass scale these new versions of old myths. The motifs were the same but the faces had changed as technology advanced: not angels but aliens; not luminance from heaven but lights from UFOs. When the old gods don’t work anymore we make new ones, or, as G.K. Chesterton has it, “When people stop believing in God, they don’t believe in nothing — they believe in anything.” One way or another we will have the sublime. The UFO phenomenon is mytho-religious both in its very narrative fabric and in the quasi-heroic quest for transcendence that believers embark upon.

If you’ve ever viewed the famous Patterson footage of Bigfoot you might understand how someone might develop a religious devotion to its capture. Filmed by Roger Patterson in 1967 in Bluff Creek, Calif., the 50-second footage shows a female Sasquatch striding away from the camera in a decidedly non-human gait. And then the creepy, gorilla-like turn of her shoulders and head to glance at the camera. Sitting crossed-legged on the carpet as a child, transfixed by this footage on our television, I felt a literal shiver move through me. That was no gagster in a monkey getup, and it meant that monsters were real, that existence was magical, an occultist’s thrilling playground. The memory of that emotion has never waned in me: ecstatic with the possibility of extraordinary events, excited by mystery and surprise, vivified by the unknown. My Catholic education at the hands of Latin-speaking nuns never inspired those feelings of awe.

It didn’t occur to me as a kid that the name of the creek in which the footage was shot, Bluff Creek, was a clue to Roger Patterson’s shaky relationship with veracity. Still, educated experts with the best software ever devised haven’t been able to prove conclusively that the footage is a hoax, and so grown men with a child’s inextinguishable wonder — they call themselves cryptozoologists — continue to pursue a North American apeman. Half of me wants to help these unemployable man-boys study for the high school equivalency test, but the other half quietly applauds their dopey dedication and yearns to join their rowdy jaunt.

Pursuit of monsters is a male obsession, as it was during our Paleolithic past. The adrenalized hazard of hunting mastodon and perhaps Gigantopithecus — the extinct giant bipedal ape bearing uncanny resemblance to Bigfoot — has never left the recesses of male memory. History Channel’s “MonsterQuest,” which ran from 2007 to 2010, was mostly male imbeciles stalking shadows in faraway nooks, and its “Ancient Aliens,” currently in its fourth season, is perennially hard-pressed to land a female investigator of such unmitigated buffoonery. (“South Park” lampooned this program as well.) All of those men stomping after noises in the night appear unaware that they are living out an eons-old endeavor while trying to resurrect the wonder they felt as children. They don’t seem to notice or care that the real monsters, the truly dangerous ones, are the devils dancing inside every human heart.

Barry Hannah once told an interviewer, “Privately we are all monsters, if we’d only look at our obsessions.” The human animal began as a quasi monster of his own, Australopithecus, on the African savanna roughly 8 million years ago: a diminutive brute hoping to survive among beasts. This was what offended so many of the Victorian fainthearted about Mr. Darwin: A reminder of the monster in us didn’t mesh well with their proper, stodgy rhythms, with their erroneous conception of themselves as seraphim not far from the polish of God.

Fun to mock for their unmolested sincerity, those hunting monsters, aliens and apparitions are nevertheless enactors of our collective id. The paranormal or supernatural resides within our own psyches because our dread and wonderment are ancient and encoded, because we need monsters to give shape, sound and scent to our dark interiority, to the jungle we were born in epochs ago, the jungle that still sways in us. We are indeed a monstrous tribe — look at what we’ve done to one another across the hell of history; look at the holocausts we continue to inflict upon the animals and earth — but we are monsterful, too, on occasion. Chaucer uses “monsterful” to mean extraordinary, gravid with wonder and possibility. Our immortal monster myths and skyward wishes are just that: the wondrous stories we tell ourselves in order to live, to rise above the doldrums of our everyday.

We omitted his criticism of the new show chasing UFO's on National Geographic Channel, which we agree with him, it is an exact blueprint of the Finding Bigfoot format.

Read the whole article at http://www.salon.com/2012/08/09/lets_get_bigfoot/