And are these prayers for Mr. Bigfoot?
Fishing Naked (2015) is an oddball mixture of juvenile humor and self-aware screwing with audience expectations, the sort of movie that makes you wish it was better, but also worry that making it better would make it worse.
Young adults David and Rodney live at the intersection of American and Indian life in backwoods Oregon, raising some mild hell while fly fishing and messing with tourists using their Bigfoot suit. When two young women, Sarah and Amy, wander in, getting away from the big city after finishing school, they’re more than ready to jump when the ladies say hop – and Bigfoot gets a workout. The fun & games begin.
Meanwhile, David’s grandma happens to be pleasantly enthralled by the floating orbs she seems to be the only one seeing. But when a tourist manages to photograph something, blurry as it may be, that doesn’t belong, the juvenilia turns into the interesting. Grandma knows something they don’t, and when it comes time to do something about it – is it time to panic, or help out?
Sure, it’s silly and hormone-ridden, but just when it become painfully predictable, it isn’t, and that’s where the real fun lies. Sure, it could have been better in parts – but would that have detracted from the parts that turned out to be good? An indie apparently made on a minuscule budget, this survives on the enthusiasm of its acting and the mild cleverness of its script.
