It has to be emphasized from the start: Treadwell was killed while visiting the Grizzly reserve at a time he never did before, by a bear he didn't know, who was apparently desperate for his own survival and starving. Prior to his death he managed to live with the bears a couple of months each year, mostly alone and for 13 long years, a task considered impossible by most people.
But this extraordinary, unique, feat gets distorted by Herzog's manipulative and sensationalist documentary. Herzog is a consummate artist, he's sophisticated enough to mask his sensationalism: instead of playing Treadwell last recording for us, in which he can apparently be heard dying, Herzog films himself listening to it, bursts into (well rehearsed) tears, then cuts to a coroner who describes the death scene graphically and with suspect enthusiasm. A genuinely sublimated "Tabloid" style if there ever was one.
Reality for Herzog seems hopelessly two-dimensional and über-Romantic; it's divided neatly into "Nature" and "Civilization", and persons have a "dark side" and a "good side" to them. Treadwell "crossed a boundary" that should never be crossed. As Treadwell obviously didn't share Herzog's views, he is judged as delusional and paranoid. His life become a manifesto to Herzog's beliefs; he even rudely interrupts Treadwell's speeches from time to time to correct his world-view to his own. Here's one documentary director who couldn't care less to sympathize with or listen to his own subject matter.
After living with Grizzly bears and other animals for 13 long years, the director sums up Treadwell's error of judgment by zooming into a bear's eyes (arrogantly using Treadwell's own material to subvert everything he lived for and believed in) and commenting: "I see no love here, only a constant search for food," strangely, and absurdly, contradicting everything that he had shown us thus far.
Obviously the real error of judgment is the one by Treadwell's family, allowing the director access to his materials. He seems intent on using them only to further his own delusional and paranoid agenda, with no respect whatsoever for the dead person upon whose corpse and legacy he concocts his uvre. I can think of no better description and no higher justice for this film than to adopt the director's vicious method and turn his own words against him: "I see no love here, only a constant search for food."
But this extraordinary, unique, feat gets distorted by Herzog's manipulative and sensationalist documentary. Herzog is a consummate artist, he's sophisticated enough to mask his sensationalism: instead of playing Treadwell last recording for us, in which he can apparently be heard dying, Herzog films himself listening to it, bursts into (well rehearsed) tears, then cuts to a coroner who describes the death scene graphically and with suspect enthusiasm. A genuinely sublimated "Tabloid" style if there ever was one.
Reality for Herzog seems hopelessly two-dimensional and über-Romantic; it's divided neatly into "Nature" and "Civilization", and persons have a "dark side" and a "good side" to them. Treadwell "crossed a boundary" that should never be crossed. As Treadwell obviously didn't share Herzog's views, he is judged as delusional and paranoid. His life become a manifesto to Herzog's beliefs; he even rudely interrupts Treadwell's speeches from time to time to correct his world-view to his own. Here's one documentary director who couldn't care less to sympathize with or listen to his own subject matter.
After living with Grizzly bears and other animals for 13 long years, the director sums up Treadwell's error of judgment by zooming into a bear's eyes (arrogantly using Treadwell's own material to subvert everything he lived for and believed in) and commenting: "I see no love here, only a constant search for food," strangely, and absurdly, contradicting everything that he had shown us thus far.
Obviously the real error of judgment is the one by Treadwell's family, allowing the director access to his materials. He seems intent on using them only to further his own delusional and paranoid agenda, with no respect whatsoever for the dead person upon whose corpse and legacy he concocts his uvre. I can think of no better description and no higher justice for this film than to adopt the director's vicious method and turn his own words against him: "I see no love here, only a constant search for food."
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