The Legend of Boggy Creek

The Legend of Boggy Creek - like so many 'cult classics' - is a great example of how a film can carry a low critical rating and still be awesome.

I remember seeing this film in Roger's Theater in the (then little) town of Poplar Bluff, Missouri - the nearest town to where I grew up, in very wooded, lakeside, Wappapello. So, I actually DID live in the same sort of woodsy, lakeside spookiness setting the film. Where I grew up, the word 'neighbor' meant the 'nearest house' and often you couldn't see their lights - or they may even be a nervous flashlight-trek through the pitch-black woods and along lonely, moonlit, gravel roads - and if the Fouke Monster happened to be tearing you apart out behind your place, they MIGHT hear your loudest screams. Probably not - and definitely not, if he got INSIDE.

My pal and I got brought into town by my Grandma and dropped off outside the Roger's that night. Having been lured-in by the short, terrifying trailers on TV, we anxiously bought our tickets and headed for the center-front seats, shoving and prodding each other over our mutual certainty that the other would get a scare that would make him pee his pants.

I can still remember ourselves - along with many others - cringing and ducking through several parts of this movie. As far as me and Bruce were concerned, to our eleven-year-old brains, the (then novel) documentary-like presentation and 'I-Sweah-Befo'-Gawd-Awmitey' testimony just seemed ALL too plausible - and real. We both KNEW people like those!

Leaving the theater in shudders from flashes of snarling memories - and a new and real dread of returning to the remoteness of where we both lived - we climbed into the big, crimson-velor back seat my Grandma's Delta 88, wordless and white. To us, that Fouke Monster was REAL - and not only that, but it - or one just like it - could easily be living in the endless woods behind our very own houses!

This film is a treasure for several reasons, not the least of which is the nostalgia it will hold for those of us to who got to see it at that perfect, naive age when it hits a kid exactly the way it was intended to - it's the perfect 'scary movie' for preteen sleepovers.

I can watch it now and roll my eyes, of course, but, when I reminisce back to that darkened, all-enveloping theater, so many of us gasping, crying out, grabbing our armrests and jumping in unison - and the nighttime nervousness for a week, afterward... it still makes me smile. :}

"The Legend of Boggy Creek" deserves a higher rating on the IMDb. Despite a couple of laughable folk songs, the movie is an intriguing docudrama that is at times genuinely creepy. The filmmakers use admirable restraint and never give the audience a clear look at the creature. There are also moments of effective camera work and sound editing that create a close, atmospheric environment where the creature could be lurking behind every tree or bush. This film is what "The Mothman Prophecies" should have been.

Both amusingly dated and chilling, "The Legend of Boggy Creek" is a fun movie that is best enjoyed on a dark autumn night. It's a great scary story and an American folktale that's entertaining to watch safely at home, but may become much more plausible should you find yourself alone in the woods around sundown

With Charles Pierce's passing, it seemed appropriate that I finally check out his debut feature. And what a slog through the bog it is. Done up as a documentary, the film centers on a Bigfoot lurking in the woods of Fouke, Arkansas. The first scene has a kid running around and catching a glimpse of the monster. A narrator (who is supposed to be the kid grown up) comes on and tells the story of the Fouke monster. The next scene has someone running around and catching a glimpse of the monster. The scene after that has someone else running around and catching a glimpse of the monster. See where this is heading? Repeat for 85 minutes.

This is really pointless but interesting to see for how it paved the way for the the faux horror documentaries years later. Also, the production uses real folks in a majority of the roles, so the documentary quality in regard to the small town is somewhat real with lots of great "Hollywood couldn't make this" real production value. Of course, you can't really see much of it as the DVD is one of the worst transfers I've ever seen. The soundtrack is scratchy and the pan-and-scan (actually, more like lock-and-watch) is awful, which is a shame as Pierce seems to have made an effort to get some great looking shots in there. Perhaps the best thing I can say about it is that if there were no THE LEGEND OF BOGGY CREEK, we would never have gotten Aldo Ray in BOG (1983).

Minor drive-in classic from B movie director Charles B. Pierce that's made in the style of a documentary.

For years the folks of Fouke, Arkansas have had encounters with a terrifying Big Foot-type creature that dwells in the local swamps.

Director Pierce well over comes his low-budget limitations on this film by giving it some terrific atmosphere. It's a great narrative documentary that benefits from the use of the raw back woods locations of Arkansas, which gives off a great feeling moodiness and the unknown. It also conveys a nicely authentic look at the rural culture. The movie really has no plot, but there are some truly dark re-enactment sequences that boast some great tension!

The cast is composed of locals who often portray themselves, adding call the more to the documentary feel.

Over all, Ledgend of Boggy Creek is an interesting and occasionally creepy piece of film-making.

*** out of ****

As a youngster growing up in Arkansas this was very much a real experience for me, while we lived about three hours from the area where this is supposed to have happened it was a very exciting time. I can still remember reading the newspaper and watching the local news each night to hear the latest on the "Fouke Creek Monster" as it was called. It was particulary exciting when they reported on the incident where the monster reached through the window. I really enjoyed this movie because of it's homespun quality not in spite of it.