The Inner Beast

If there's one film you see this summer, thats not Snakes on a Plane, it must be Grizzly Man.

There are a lot of esoteric genres I love like sci-fi, noir, foreign arthouse. Grizzly Man blows them out of the water with the insanity of reality that I have yet to see matched this summer. It follows the surreal life of Timothy Treadwell, a hippie nutcase animal lover. You see bipolar attitudes in its extreme. He flips from petting animals and saying "I love you, I love you, I love you," into "This next scene is going to be the mother f***er!"

Treadwell continuously teeter totters on the edge while revelling in his quasi-fame. Its a sad place to see one person so disillusioned with reality that he believes he is completely in touch with with Grizzly bears. You are ready to sh*t your pants as he walks up to grizzlies (arguably the most dangerous mammal on earth) and pets them like they're housecats. Highlights include amazement over bear feces, and the lament of a dead bee found poetically in the petals of a flower. Detailed, by the director/narrator Werner Herzog you are left to imagine how he is attacked and digested by his last encounter with a Grizzly.

You will scream INSANE! or GAY! I leave you to be the judges.