A Big Guy: A Strange, Dusty Little Relic

Is it worth the time?

If you're looking for a brisk, modern thriller, run the other way. This isn't for you. But if you have a soft spot for grainy, weirdly paced mid-century oddities that feel like they were filmed in a single weekend, you might actually get a kick out of this.

The whole thing feels a bit like Sea Scamps in its ambition, though with far less water and much more staring at walls. It's not a masterpiece, it’s just… there. And honestly? I kind of respect that.

The Big Guy Himself

Olly Gebauer looms over every frame, and not just because the camera angles are trying so hard to make him look imposing. There’s a scene about halfway through where he just sits in a chair for what feels like three full minutes. He doesn’t say a word. He just… sits.

It reminded me of the stillness you see in Mr. Thank You, but without the grace. It’s clunky. It’s heavy. It’s very 1940s.

• The lighting is either pitch black or blindingly white. There is no middle ground.
• The sound editing is a mess, occasionally cutting out during dialogue.
• I’m pretty sure one of the extras is wearing a watch that clearly doesn't belong in the era.

There's a moment near the end where Fortunio Bonanova tries to explain the plot. I watched it twice and still have absolutely no clue what he was going on about. It felt less like a story point and more like he just forgot his lines and decided to improvise some philosophical gibberish.

Final Thoughts (or whatever)

The movie gets noticeably better once it stops trying to be a drama and just leans into being a weird, slightly uncomfortable character study. It’s got that same odd energy you find in The Vampires: Satanas, though obviously, with significantly fewer vampires.

It’s imperfect. It’s messy. I didn't hate it, but I’m probably never going to think about it again. 🎞️