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Grizzly Man (2005)
Director: Werner Herzog
Cast: Timothy Treadwell, Amie Huguenard, Willy Fulton, Sam Egli, Werner Herzog

Admittedly, it took a lot of time looking Grizzly Man. At the time I lost in the film and you have been wanting, just as we have been wanting to write something about it despite the fact that there is already enough material on the network, as this wonderful Rule of hours lost, and that makes very little comentábamos another tape of Werner Herzog. But I repeat: she had wanted to drive the tooth to Grizzly Man and comment on it, so here we go.

If the facet of filmmaker Werner Herzog is not as well known among the general public, it goes without saying that even less well known is his face as the author of documentaries on that, how could it be otherwise, the German continues to show that Querencia especially as portrayed by his chalet. This time it was not going to be less, and the film at hand-by the figure of Timothy Treadwell, a guy whose love for the bears sickly Grizzlies (a subspecies of grizzly particularly aggressive) led him to live with them for thirteen summers in Alaska Until one day they decided to have tea with his girlfriend, who was accompanied on the trip that would be the last for both.

To perform its task, the director relies on the video recordings made in situ by Treadwell himself, to the point that with the exception of parts off and the voice-over of Herzog, the film is mounted almost entirely on the basis of such material. Material which, incidentally, has little value as documentary in nature, call it well. Basically it is used to make a self-portrait of the figure of Treadwell. And how could it be otherwise, the poor man is not to come out very well just stopped. This is perhaps the film's strong point, because Herzog is positioned clearly in favor of the protagonist and you can tell he feels a strange mixture of admiration and pity for him, but neither prevented at any time we see the harsh reality of a kind was very clearly not in their right mind. To the point where it not for the sad end that was, one could say that it was pathetically funny. A sort of Mr. Bean got a naturalist from three to the fourth.

The main flaw of the film, which is the one that unfortunately often influences the filmography of Herzog in general, is that it is too long, with the aggravating circumstance that the character portrayed here does not deserve such a waste of footage (one hour and forty minutes), because under normal circumstances would not give a rate well for more than a simple documentary half-hour or an honorable mention on the website of the Darwin Awards. Thus, suffice the first thirty or forty minutes to form a clear idea of who was the setting of Timothy Treadwell and to be clear, even though spite whom, it was not exactly an alter-ego of Dian Fossey or Rodriguez of the Source, if not a former alcoholic and drug addict who at one point he crossed the wires, and decided that some bichardos of nearly 500 pounds for partirte capable of weighing half a zarpazo could be amiguetes yours. Them to reach a certain notoriety in the media instead of being gagged with a shirt emergency force of seven locks indicates the extent to which something is not working in the world, and that is that "coolismo" coming around to that roll of ecology for a few decades, may be equally or more harmful to go around hunting and polluting indiscriminately.