Yeti: Giant of the 20th Century


“An absolute jaw-dropper … even the most dedicated bad movie buff will be appalled by this hilarious abomination.” –

“Watch out for the Yeti!”   He’s big.  He’s bad.   He’s got the feathered hair of a Bee Gee.   He’s the Yeti, and he’s the butt-kicking star of one of the wackiest King Kong rip-offs ever made – a disco-fueled Italian schlock-terpiece guaranteed to have you howling from beginning to end!   In this delirious B-movie bonanza, a giant Yeti (played by an extremely expressive actor in a fur suit and a puffy head of Tina Turner hair) is removed from his icy home in Newfoundland by evil showbiz capitalists.   Packed into an oversized frozen phone booth and transported by helicopter to Toronto, the showbiz capital of the world, the Yeti quickly thaws out and flings this crazed film into the bad movie stratosphere.   In short order, the ridiculous beastie falls for a pretty teen girl, befriends a deaf boy and his devoted dog, learns about conservationism, becomes the company mascot for an eccentric oil tycoon, climbs up and down skyscrapers, makes hilarious faces at the camera, runs amok through the streets of downtown Toronto, and snaps bad guys’ necks in between his giant Yeti toes.  And as the rotten cherry on top of this bad movie sundae, we’re also treated to an indescribably loony disco theme song (performed by a group called The Yetians!) that takes Yeti: Giant of the 20th Century directly to the upper echelons of cinema schlock. (Dir. by Gianfranco Parolini, 1977, Italy, badly dubbed in English, 105 mins., Rated PG)