COCAINE BEAR (2023)

Studio:     Universal Pictures
Director:    Elizabeth Banks
Writer:     Jimmy Warden
Producer:  Phil Lord, Christopher Miller, Elizabeth Banks, Max Handelman, Brian Duffield, Aditya Sood
Stars:     Keri Russell, O’Shea Jackson Jr., Christian Convery, Alden Ehrenreich, Jesse Tyler Ferguson, Brooklynn Prince, Isiah Whitlock Jr., Margo Martindale, Ray Liotta

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Summary:

Cops, kids, park rangers and drug dealers converge in a strange scenario when a wild bear goes on a bloody rampage after ingesting misplaced cocaine.


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Review:

Few movie titles can use only two words and still create a fully formed vision in your head when you see or hear them put together.  “Cocaine Bear” is one of those titles.  Whatever funky imagery that name inspires in your imagination, “Cocaine Bear” has had the same wild ideas, and its askew kookiness assures it pretty much mirrors what you’re probably picturing.

“Cocaine Bear” purports to be “inspired by true events.”  Maybe you’ve noticed that more movies nowadays use that specific phrasing instead of “based on a true story.”  That’s because “true events” has broader shoulders for heavier lifting, allowing more leeway to take liberties that would make “true story” too much of a lie.

The facts in this case involve neither the goofy people nor the gruesome rampage that “Cocaine Bear” depicts.  But then, the disappointing reality of “bear just eats some misplaced cocaine and harmlessly drops dead” doesn’t sound anywhere near as entertaining, does it?  So what screenwriter Jimmy Warden does is he takes the springboard of a hapless drug smuggler losing his stash while accidentally killing himself, which actually did happen, and uses it to kickstart a chaotic chain reaction of persistent peril, pursuits, gunplay, and bloody maulings anchored around a bear who inadvertently gets high on the lost supply, all of which did not happen.

Warden absolutely stuffs the story with quietly quirky weirdos, somewhere in the neighborhood of nearly two-dozen speaking roles.  Close to the top of this plentiful pile sits a drug trafficker who wants his enforcer and his disinterested son to recover the missing cocaine, all while a dogged detective hunts for these men and their merch.  Then there’s the worried single mother, who partners with a park ranger and another forester to look for her 13-year-old daughter and school-skipping friend who went missing in the woods.  Gumming up the works for both of those groups is a trio of teen punks who make it a hobby to regularly wreak havoc on tourists.  A pair of paramedics, a pair of Scandinavian hikers, and another police officer also play small, yet important parts in the proceedings.

In addition to precise purposes in the plot, Warden also grants each of these people a backstory bit that allows the cast to inhabit them as distinguishable alter egos.  The detective accidentally adopted a dog better suited for a Beverly Hills socialite, and he needs someone to watch it while he’s off catching criminals.  The drug trafficker’s son neglects his own offspring while mourning a lost love.  The dorky little boy tries to impress the savvy little girl by claiming he’s experienced in the regular use of cocaine.  Everyone has a side story that provides a pinch of personality.  They don’t need much more development beyond that because they’re played by recognizable faces who can carry characters with natural onscreen charisma.

It’s not at all unusual to see a roster stacked this deep with stars when someone who is primarily known as a performer takes a seat in the canvas chair on the other side of the camera.  It’s easy to imagine that director Elizabeth Banks called in her clout, and possibly a few favors, to fill up “Cocaine Bear” with celebrities playing actual roles, not throwaway cameos.  Then again, it’s equally easy to assume the prospect of a novel concept rife with gags and gore attracted a plethora of famous friends who were willing to work for reduced rates just for the fun of dying an inventive death.  “Cocaine Bear” is a performance-heavy piece, which isn’t surprising when an actor directs a feature, although it may be surprising to anyone expecting the bear’s bonkers rampage to drive all of the good-humored drama.

Attributing “Cocaine Bear’s” balanced blend of comedy and carnage to accomplished actors who understand the assignment would diminish Banks’s value to the film.  Where Banks really excels is through her sure-handed style that swirls all of the actors and their arcs in a sous vide where they cook at one consistent temperature.

In spite of a purposefully preposterous premise, “Cocaine Bear” retains only an air of silliness that deftly avoids degrading into completely corny campiness.  If anyone has an urge to bug out their eyes or wink at the camera like a cartoon, Banks keeps hammy tendencies in check so the movie remains amusing without risking outright absurdity.  Predictability pockmarks several setups, except “Cocaine Bear” smartly uses its textbook script in a manner where the tropes of a parent rescuing a child, villains forced to choose between morality and profit, and a surprisingly poignant throughline involving several deadbeat dads ensure enjoyable interactions and a busy rhythm that cracks like a whip without being manic.

I hope “Cocaine Bear” becomes reflective of its era in the way that “Twister” or “Johnny Mnemonic” are reflective of theirs.  As in, people should look back at cinema in the 2020s and say, whether they’re being sincere or cynical, “Y’all had movies like this back then?”  Elizabeth Banks and Jimmy Warden basically build “Cocaine Bear” like a classic Roger Corman drive-in flick, just with big studio bucks and an all-star cast.  If that sentiment makes sense to you, then you know that’s the highest compliment a B-movie romp wearing an A-movie’s fur suit can possibly get.

NOTE: There are two mid-credits scenes.

Review Score: 75