With the passing of Stan Winston this weekend, this movie all of a sudden popped back into my head. As a kid I remember thinking that Harry was totally fucking real, and that there was a whole plethora of "Bigfeet?" living in the woods somewhere. John Lithgow was great if I'm remembering correctly. Is nostalgia tainting my memory of this film, or does it still hold up?
I still remember the shot of Harry staring in a window and seeing a chicken being put into a pot on a tv show and then seeing the fat lady getting into the hottub. I dunno why, but that stuck with me.
I still remember the shot of Harry staring in a window and seeing a chicken being put into a pot on a tv show and then seeing the fat lady getting into the hottub. I dunno why, but that stuck with me.
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