The One Line Summary: The suburban wet dream family of the Pa, Ma, brother and sister Hendersons discover that taking care of their rather large furry house guest is becoming a big feat (see what I did there?).
The Two-Line Blurb: Fuzzy-wuzzy, warmhearted and extraordinarily clumsy, Harry the Bigfoot is a handful (pawful?), and keeping him secret while trying to protect him tests the very foundation of the family and their home (literally, the foundation). The animal is simply not an indoor pet, people (and it’s never answered where this thing does its dooty business, though I’m sure it’s probably not in the cat-box).
The Three-Line Set-up: George Henderson (John Lithgow) is hosting a dinner for uber-obsessed Bigfoot enthusiast Dr. Wallace Wrightwood (Don Ameche), who in turn is trying to convince George to let go of his new-found interest in the elusive legend as he’s convinced it will eventually consume him and everything around him (the obsession, not the Bigfoot). Of course, the good doctor doesn’t know that a real Bigfoot, gentle giant that it is, is standing in the living room, right behind him. But he’s about to.
The Four-Line Moment: Here’s a guy who’s spent most of his life in search of a thing he isn’t sure even exists, but is fairly sure he’s seen evidence of. The Hendersons however, have made Harry a part of the family and all seem willing to let the good doctor say his peace before he inevitably realizes there’s an actual Bigfoot in the room with him. Curious as to etiquette and protocol for reacting when seeing a Bigfoot in the living room? Let Don Ameche show you how.
The Five-Word Review: Chewbacca with a bad haircut.