It's an all too familiar scenario: you're walking along, minding your own business, completely unaware of the huge, hairy hand which is extending behind you.
Suddenly, the hand grabs you - encloses you - lifts you - shakes you about - and there's nothing you can do apart from hang on and hope that you don't get crushed or smashed or popped into its owners mouth and eaten alive.
After a while, the hand releases you. You might land softly, you might crash to the ground in a heap of broken bones - the hairy hand doesn't care - it didn't put you down, it simply let you go.
Yes, you're right, this scene from 'The Mighty Peking Man' (1977) is JUST LIKE LIFE. Good luck with your own hairy hands, people.