Review: Cocaine Bear

Score: B-

Director: Elizabeth Banks

Cast: Keri Russell, Alden Ehrenreich, O'Shea Jackson Jr, Ray Liotta

Running Time: 95 Minutes

Rated: R

With a name like Cocaine Bear, you know what's in store. A black bear will do enough cocaine to kill a man, then actually kill a man—or several. (The true events it's based on is much sadder and realistic.)

The flimsy story involves three parties headed into the Chatahoochee National Forest. Sari (Keri Russell) is searching for her daughter (Brooklynn Prince) and the neighbor boy (scene stealer Christian Convery), who are lost in the woods. Eddie (Alden Ehrenreich) and Daveed (O'Shea Jackson, Jr.) are on the hunt for missing cocaine for Eddie's dealer dad (Ray Liotta). Bob (Isiah Whitlock, Jr.) hopes to intercept the kingpin and make a big arrest. But whatever emotional reactions Banks and writer Jimmy Warden intend with these relationships make no impact. That's because we're all here to see a bear snort some coke and tear some hikers limb from limb.

And boy is there a lot of dismemberment! Barring the new Scream entry, it's likely Cocaine Bear will be the most violent movie you'll see all year, with stabbings, shootings, and disembowelments. My screening included several walkouts, and yours might too. Despite the light tone and ridiculous nature of the story, viewers need to have a strong stomach. They'll also need to overlook some sloppy editing, questionable VFX and several superfluous characters. The latter includes a gang, whose obsession with French artist Marcel Duchamp is never explained or expanded on, let alone used as a launchpad for jokes.

But there are still plenty of good gags, including an unrequited romance between a park ranger (Margo Martindale) and a wildlife expert (Jesse Tyler Ferguson), and a budding friendship between Bob and his newly adopted shih tzu. They work so well that I'll forgive its initial mistake of trying to use Jefferson Starship's "Jane" in the opening, when any comedy fan knows that absurd song belongs to another '80s-set goof (Wet Hot American Summer).

Like this year's M3GAN, Cocaine Bear knows exactly what it is without striving for more or wearing out its welcome. It's a brief high, but it's glorious.

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About Stephen Davis

I owe this hobby/career to the one and only Stephanie Peterman who, while interning at Fox, told me that I had too many opinions and irrelevant information to keep it all bottled up inside. I survived my first rated R film, Alive, at the ripe age of 8, it took me months to grasp the fact that Julia Roberts actually died at the end of Steel Magnolias, and I might be the only person alive who actually enjoyed Sorority Row…for its comedic value of course. While my friends can drink you under the table, I can outwatch you when it comes iconic, yet horrid 80s films like Adventures in Babysitting and Troop Beverly Hills. I have no shame when it comes to what I like, and if you have a problem with that, then we’ll settle it on the racquetball court. I see too many movies to actually win any film trivia contest, so don’t waste your first pick on me. My friends rent movies from my bookcase shelves, and one day I do plan to start charging. I long to live in LA, where my movie obsession will actually help me fit in, but for now I am content with my home in Austin. I prefer indies to blockbusters, Longhorns to Sooners and Halloween to Friday the 13th. I miss the classics, as well as John Ritter, and I hope to one day sit down and interview the amazing Kate Winslet.