... nearly put me into a coma. Wow. A film made by a bunch of amateurs that looks like a film made by a bunch of amateurs. If that's not earth-shattering cinema, I don't know what is.
The premise of this flop is that some guy named "Toma Smith" goes into the mountains in Nevada... all by himself and unarmed... to look for a supposedly aggressive Sasquatch named "Tahoe Joe" by local residents familiar with the area. Now, this area is reputed to be dense with actual predators like bears and mountain lions... not to mention Tahoe Joe... and Toma brings with him absolutely no way to defend himself. Anyhoo, after several days of tracking Tahoe Joe, Toma is attacked and apparently killed by Tahoe Joe on his last night in the woods. His murder is allegedly captured on video.
Toma's son, Jay Lincoln, comes by this video and goes to the authorities, but no one will believe him, or help him search for his father. Jaylin reaches out to an ex-Green Beret, Mike Rock, to help him find his father. Mike reviews the footage sent by Jaylin and agrees to help. Mike, in turn, reaches out to his film maker friend, Dillon Brown. Dillon agrees, intrigued by the prospect of actually capturing a Sasquatch on film.
Jaylin asks to come along with the search, and Mike and Dillon agree. The problem here is that Jaylin ends up not going, even though his quest to find his missing father is so all-consuming. Why doesn't he go on this life-changing, epic quest? He'll, I don't know; this movie is so "riveting" that I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, Mike and Dillon are in the woods with some game that had supposedly encountered Tahoe Joe. This is where we meet Shane. Shane is anti-social, and a drunk, and even though he insists that no one brings a gun with them, he is covertly carrying a pistol himself. As this epic quest progresses, Dillon antagonizes Shane, and is soon joined in this by Mike. Shane pulls his pistol, and Mike puffs his chest out and tells Shane to.go ahead and use the gun, but warns Shane that if he doesn't drop Mike with the first shot, he (Mike) is going to take that pistol away and beat Shane to death with it.
Shortly thereafter, our intrepid band sets up camp, and the feared and fearsome Tahoe Joe shows up and trashes their campsite. This blitz attack scatters our heroes, each of whom runs in a different direction. As for Tahoe Joe himself, he looks like a basketball player wearing a dime store gorilla mask and someone's mother's fur coat.
Tahoe Joe, feared Sasquatch of the Nevada wilderness, is such a capable predator that he can't seem to find Dillon, even when Dillon is literally less than three feet away from him... twice. Dillon, who admits himself that he has zero bushcraft skills, successfully eludes Tahoe Joe by turning his back and hiding behind a tree stump, and then shortly later by hiding in a bush. At that point in this farce, Tahoe Joe is so close to Dillon that you can literally see and count ol' Joe's Sasquatch teeth, but Joe can't seem to find Dillon. That's some killer Sasquatch there.
Mike and Dillon proceed to run around the woods in the dark, screaming each the other's name, and that lethal killer, Tahoe Joe, just can't seem to catch up with either of them. Our surviving heroes make it back to Mike's Jeep, and they beat feet out of there. As they speed away, they crow exultantly about having the footage and proof that Tahoe Joe actually exists.
What happened to Shane, the anti-social drunk with the pistol and the attitude? I guess that Tahoe Joe did catch up with him and killed him. Mike and Dillon don't seem particularly concerned about that as they drive away, eager to show the world that Tahoe Joe is real, and dangerous.
I would be remiss if I did not mention that this molten popcorn fart of a movie didn't include overt mention of the government's secret conspiracy and agenda to keep Tahoe Joe's existence a secret. We are also treated to the age old tropes of, "Hey, none of our electronic gear seems to be working out here!", and static interference and buzz every time that Tahoe Joe is nearby. Apparently, either the government has jammed the Nevada wilderness chocked full of electronic-jamming apparatus, or Sasquatches have a natural, innate ability to mess up said gear just by getting close to it.
I had thought that the utterly insipid "White Fangs" was hands down THE worst killer Bigfoot movie ever made. Now, there is a new contender for that honorific: "Tahoe Joe". This rancid turd of a movie isn't just bad, it is galactically so.