Sasquatch Sunset

In the misty forests of Northwestern America, a family of Sasquatches find themselves on a collision course with the ever-changing world around them.

Spring has come, and a family of Sasquatches move through the dense forests. Idly nomadic, their time is mostly spent eating plants, farting, excitedly throwing rocks into ponds, foraging, wrestling together playfully, dragging their itchy asses across the forest floor, tripping balls on mushrooms, vomiting, humping, burying their dead and leaving little bits of woven art on the graves, eating boogers, masturbating, sniffing their fingers, and grooming each other in the sun-dappled warmth of the day.

They’re basically just like us.

Alpha Male and Female loudly hump while Other Male and Child watch quietly. Alpha’s a lout. Child’s friend is the puppet he makes with his hand. Male is obsessed with counting everything, but he isn’t very good at it, and loses count easily. Female is growing heavy with Alpha’s child.

Each night, they build a temporary shelter together.

The pack lives a simple and serene life, one that is punctuated by the occasional disappointment that comes after they send out messages by beating on the redwoods with sticks, all in the hope that they might hear back from other packs of Sasquatch, only for those messages to go unanswered.

Even though Alpha sometimes gets a little drunk on some rotting raspberries, and then upsets the pack with his inebriated attempts to hump Female—in the process knocking over their new shelter when he briefly considers letting off some steam with a serendipitous knothole in one of their shelter’s load-bearing support stumps—it is a mostly idyllic existence, one that is composed of all the expected triumphs, and the unexpected tragedies too.

Summer arrives, and there is still no answer to their tree-thumping calls from any other Sasquatch packs. It is at this point that they come across a tree marked with a mysterious red x, which only means one thing… man. Fall comes wet and dreary, and the pack are deep in the realm of humans, the signs of the unknown beasts and their strange leavings litter the forest. The pack comes across a campsite, and investigate, devouring candy as they rifle through tents and packs. Man’s music is mesmerizing though, touching something deep down in them, a terrifying experience that sends them into a rage, and they wreck the camp. This causes Female’s water to break, and thus, a new Sasquatch enters the world. The afterbirth is used to distract a hungry cougar as the Sasquatch slink away.

“Fair deal,” thinks the cougar, and then goes its own way, placenta in its jaws.

Winter comes, and the forest is blanketed in snow. The Sasquatch now find not only the refuse of man’s camps, while barely avoiding their deadly bear-traps, but discover the sheer terror that is their roads, and their giant metal machines too. Wires criss-cross the valley overhead. Fire rises in the distance, and smoke darkens the sky, giving the forest a Stygian feel. The Sasquatches tree-thump, calling for any others of their kind, but there is still no answer. There is nothing out there but a huge statue carved in their likeness, and the Sasquatch can only tremble before it, confused that it will not answer their cries. Frightened and lost, the world of man surrounds them.

Filmed in Northern California, and filled with regular sightings of Sasquatch penis, Sasquatch testicles, and hairy Sasquatch vagina, Sasquatch Sunset is a family movie, as there is no swearing to be found, and only a little bit of feces-flinging.

Presented much like an animal documentary, but without any David Attenborough-like narration, through the experiences of four Sasquatches, this is a tale of survival, and a lament for the end of an era in this world. The pack are often shown having sex, scratching themselves, and freely peeing and pooping as the situation demands, and the sheer volume of Sasquatch bodily fluids that appear in this film may put off some people, the narrow-minded puritans…

Others may ask “What was the point of this film?” But I think that question can be easily answered simply by asking yourself… How did you feel each time the Sasquatch crossed path with the world of man? Did you feel fear? Did you feel dread? Why do you think that is?

Consider perhaps that that’s the message of the film… That when it comes to the natural world, we’re the danger. We’re the threat.

We’re the ones who do harm.

Ambitious, interesting, weird, funny, sad, and telling this story without a single word of dialogue, other than a chorus of grunts and hoots from the Sasquatches, Sasquatch Summer will definitely not be for most people. That’s too bad, because sometimes art is weird, and this deceptively silly little movie works on multiple levels. It is definitely worth watching… at least once.

Especially for the berry scene. Or when they come across the road.