"Yeti - Giant of the 20th Century" is more than just a film. It's a phenomenon. And rather than just be watched, it should be studied and analyzed!
Being one of the worst movies ever made, and simultaneously also being one of the most popular crowd-pleasing movies at festivals, is quite an accomplishment. Sitting through this two-hour "experience" evokes a truckload of sentiments and impressions, varying from massively entertained onto deeply annoyed. "Yeti" superficially appears to feature all the characteristics of a raw and gritty euro-exploitation flick, but deep down it desires to be seen as an endearing and Disney type of family movie. Every aspect is shamelessly copied from somewhere else. The music is a rip-off of Carl Orff's Carmina Burana, the script recycles the plot of the "King-Kong" movies, the young-kind-and-his-dog element comes from "Lassie", and the Yeti himself blatantly imitates Tina Turner's mega-mullet haircut.
The grandchildren of megalomaniacal business tycoon Morgan Hunnicut discover a completely intact but deep-frozen Yeti that apparently drifted from the Himalayas to Northern Canada over the course of a few million years. After a lengthy thawing process, which inexplicably includes hanging underneath a helicopter in an oversized phone booth, the loudmouthed Hunnicut comes up with the brilliant idea to transport the Yeti to New York for a sensational commercial stunt. Meanwhile, the furry giant fell in love with Hunnicut's 16-year-old niece (the big perv!) and evil business competitors attempt to destroy it by turning off the air-conditioning. So cruel!
The highlights - or lowlights if you wish - are too numerous to list. Beautiful Antonella Interlenghi makes the creature's nipple hard, there's a romantic interlude featuring a fishbone, the Yeti turns a skyscraper's elevator into a toy, and the titular primitive dude's height changes continuously. The last half hour is so exaggeratedly sentimental and sappy that it nearly ruins all the fun, and the "miraculous" return of Indie is a twist that even Disney would find too childish.
Being one of the worst movies ever made, and simultaneously also being one of the most popular crowd-pleasing movies at festivals, is quite an accomplishment. Sitting through this two-hour "experience" evokes a truckload of sentiments and impressions, varying from massively entertained onto deeply annoyed. "Yeti" superficially appears to feature all the characteristics of a raw and gritty euro-exploitation flick, but deep down it desires to be seen as an endearing and Disney type of family movie. Every aspect is shamelessly copied from somewhere else. The music is a rip-off of Carl Orff's Carmina Burana, the script recycles the plot of the "King-Kong" movies, the young-kind-and-his-dog element comes from "Lassie", and the Yeti himself blatantly imitates Tina Turner's mega-mullet haircut.
The grandchildren of megalomaniacal business tycoon Morgan Hunnicut discover a completely intact but deep-frozen Yeti that apparently drifted from the Himalayas to Northern Canada over the course of a few million years. After a lengthy thawing process, which inexplicably includes hanging underneath a helicopter in an oversized phone booth, the loudmouthed Hunnicut comes up with the brilliant idea to transport the Yeti to New York for a sensational commercial stunt. Meanwhile, the furry giant fell in love with Hunnicut's 16-year-old niece (the big perv!) and evil business competitors attempt to destroy it by turning off the air-conditioning. So cruel!
The highlights - or lowlights if you wish - are too numerous to list. Beautiful Antonella Interlenghi makes the creature's nipple hard, there's a romantic interlude featuring a fishbone, the Yeti turns a skyscraper's elevator into a toy, and the titular primitive dude's height changes continuously. The last half hour is so exaggeratedly sentimental and sappy that it nearly ruins all the fun, and the "miraculous" return of Indie is a twist that even Disney would find too childish.