Harry and the Hendersons Review

The Hendersons, a wholesome, all-hunting, all-American family, are subject to the clumsy friendship of one 8ft mythical beast in this tame, and often lame, family farce. John Lithgow does his best to ratchet up the levels of neuroses, but finds it difficult in the shadow of the supposed showstopper, a tall man in a distinctly uninspired Bigfoot outfit - the loping stride is okay, surely lampooning the famous fake footage that exists on video, but the face, all clumsy animatronics, is a little sickening in it's grope for anthropomorphism. David Suchet piles on the ham as the unneccessarily exotic Bigfoot tracker, but there is, like evidence of the 'real' thing, little to go on here.