Where do I begin with this one? For one thing, you know the five campers in this movie aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer when they start target shooting with unopened beer bottles. Hello? You're supposed to drink the beer and then shoot the bottles, guys. And what is the deal with the guy wearing the vintage 1980s mullet head wig?

And then there's our Bigfoot. Apparently Bigfoot is able to make himself not stink when he wants to sneak up on someone, has glowing blue eyes that don't work worth squat, has hair strong enough to deflect rifle bullets, apparently spent some time at a WWE training camp, and really, really hates people messing around in his woods. We learn a lot more weird information about Bigfoot at the end of the movie, but all I will say about that is that it completely ruins what little bit of integrity the film might have had rounding turn four and heading for home.

So, five young adults go "off the map" camping somewhere in the Pacific Northwest -- in the same area where a camper went missing a month earlier. The trip is sort of a forced reunion of two childhood friends who grew apart after a stupid fireworks prank gone wrong; when the cops showed up, Darren -- the instigator of the whole thing -- ran away like a little girl, leaving the otherwise practical young Warren to take the wrap and spend 18 months in juvenile hall for his pal's cowardice and stupidity.

Out in the woods, though, things seem to be going well -- apart from an uncomfortable encounter with two hicks; the guys even have a little bonding moment while urinating and a few sparks begin to fly between Warren and Lucy, the only girl on the trip (well, not counting the dog). Then -- wouldn't you know it -- Bigfoot has to show up and ruin everything.

I'm surprised to see that the budget of the film was $125,000 -- it looks like it cost a whole lot less than that to produce. After the first day in the woods, the movie takes on this low-light appearance, as if it's always dusk. At first, I tried to figure out if scenes were supposed to be taking place during the day or the night -- but I soon decided that I really didn't care. The acting isn't egregiously bad, but it's a long way from good, and much of the dialogue doesn't feel natural. And that ending!

Looking back now, I can see where the filmmakers were trying to go with Lost Woods, but it really just doesn't work. It's like the film suddenly begs to be ridiculed, and that's really not the kind of final impression you want to leave with the audience.