Saw Grizzly Man this morning; it was absolutely amazing. (I’m not sure the warning about spoilers was needed, since we all pretty much know how it’s going to end before we go in.) Anyway, a couple of observations:
I got the sense throughout the film that Treadwell had latched onto the bears as representing something; i.e., that his love for the bears wasn’t actually about the bears, but about something else. Maybe he was trying to show his own capacity for love? (Note that he gave his favorite fox his own name, “Timmy.”) His having apparently been a death-bent alcoholic, who got reformed when he discovered the bears, reminded me of some former extreme alcoholics I’ve known who only stopped drinking when they found something else to drown their self-loathing in, be it religion or exercise or what-have-you.
He seemed, at times, more concerned with making films about himself among the bears than with the bears themselves. Recall Herzog’s observation that Treadwell at times did 10 or 15 takes of a scene.
Throughout the film, I had a sense of something off about him. (That’s an understatement, I know.) He seemed to be trying very hard to act out a role he was envisioning in his head (remember he was a failed actor); the unflagging vigor with which he reminded us what a badass he is for his “work” with the bears seemed like an attempt to convince us and himself. His rant to the camera (and ostensibly to the U.S. Park Service) about “fuck you, I beat you, you’re pathetic and weak, I’m the winner, etc.” looked to me like he was re-enacting someting he’d seen someone else do. He didn’t seem genuinely angry or triumphant; I felt like I was watching the revenge of someone who’d been bullied in the past and was trying to find his own position of power and control for once.
Whatcha think?