The man who killed a dead soul and a national icon

Sorry, The Man Who Killed Hitler and then Bigfoot. I think that's the title.

I enjoyed this film. It was pleasant and easy viewing. The plot you ask? Read the title. The subtext? Watch the film. Or carry on reading this lazy review.

It's a retrospective tale narrated by our protagonist who is struggling with the idea of an existence without his beloved and filled with remorse about what he did in WW2. A reclusive hero fosho. The events that shaped his character long forgotten by most if indeed they ever knew to begin with: it was a top secret mission after all.

I liked the reverse clock on the wall. It made me think of how time is relative as one can relive so many moments in their mind. Our hero was stuck in the past, constantly looking back, tortured by the memory of a pointless death he perpetrated against a man whose words had outgrown him. Then things just get, worse?

There's a bigfooted, hairy, humanoid mongrel larking about in the hills and guess what? He has the plague. Or all plagues. I forget. Either way he's a menace in the eyes of the US government. Our hero? Immune as a tune. So off he goes to despatch the poorly designed ape-like, thingy. Pretty sure the fucker had plastic eyes. Terrifying.

In a ring of fire, our hero, injured, dehydrated and covered in PVA pubes remorsefully headshots our Biggy. In a way it's cathartic. He finally killed a genuine threat. His redemption coming full circle. Then there's this huge epilogue about his fake death, digging up his grave and sauntering off into the night with his faithful pup.

It felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket during autumn. It didn't feel like an especially special film but it's something I could watch again on a lazy Sunday with a bowl of ice-cream and Dino PJ's.

3 handlebar moustaches out of 5