Cut from the same stomach-knotting cheesecloth as the atrocious original, this irredeemably abominable "we all could have done without it" sequel baldly rehashes the first film, but in no way improves on it. In fact, it's duller, slower, talkier and cornier than the first one, almost a note-for-note secondhand remake with a poorly articulated anti-hunting message replacing the original's ham-fistedly rendered "protect the environment" subtext. An overworked neglectful and ineffectual insurance salesman single dad (a hoarse and haggard Stephen Furst; Flounder in "Animal House") takes his whiny son ("Home Improvement" 's Taran Noah Smith), repellently cutesy daughter ("Baywatch" 's Melody Clarke) and the son's overbearing friend ("Roseanne" 's Michael Fishman) on a camping trip in the Oregon wilderness. Naturally, the kids discover Little Bigfoot and protect the minuscule nipper from the nefarious clutches of an evil industrialist.
Art Camacho's thuddingly leaden direction goes through the generic sappy'n'silly kiddie pic paces sans zest or finesse. Richard Preston, Jr.'s cookie cutter script lays on the cheap flatulence jokes, Bigfoot body odor gags, that old camping feature standby the scary story about the hook-handed maniac, and gushing sentiment with appalling thickness. Tom Bosley of "Happy Days" fame does one of his patented irritating cuddly old fuddy dud turns as a folksy sheriff. Idiotic touches abound, such as having the allegedly cagey and elusive Sasquatchs romping around the woods in broad daylight, thus making it easier for nasty humans to spot and hunt them! Jeffrey A. Cook's uncomfortably shaky cinematography, Jim Halfpenny's mechanically whimsical score, a few clunky slow motion vehicular stunts, and the faltering attempts at digging into Bigfoot's Native American folklore origins don't help matters any, either. The only useful purpose this otherwise worthless tripe serves is to establish one key component of 90's direct-to-video Sasquatch children's movie casts: washed-up has-been middle-aged actors co-star with budding up-and-coming rising adolescent sitcom veterans in these godforsaken turkeys. In short, "Little Bigfoot 2" ultimately rates as one big bust of a movie.
Art Camacho's thuddingly leaden direction goes through the generic sappy'n'silly kiddie pic paces sans zest or finesse. Richard Preston, Jr.'s cookie cutter script lays on the cheap flatulence jokes, Bigfoot body odor gags, that old camping feature standby the scary story about the hook-handed maniac, and gushing sentiment with appalling thickness. Tom Bosley of "Happy Days" fame does one of his patented irritating cuddly old fuddy dud turns as a folksy sheriff. Idiotic touches abound, such as having the allegedly cagey and elusive Sasquatchs romping around the woods in broad daylight, thus making it easier for nasty humans to spot and hunt them! Jeffrey A. Cook's uncomfortably shaky cinematography, Jim Halfpenny's mechanically whimsical score, a few clunky slow motion vehicular stunts, and the faltering attempts at digging into Bigfoot's Native American folklore origins don't help matters any, either. The only useful purpose this otherwise worthless tripe serves is to establish one key component of 90's direct-to-video Sasquatch children's movie casts: washed-up has-been middle-aged actors co-star with budding up-and-coming rising adolescent sitcom veterans in these godforsaken turkeys. In short, "Little Bigfoot 2" ultimately rates as one big bust of a movie.