I watched this the night after David Lynch's passing.
It's an instruction manual for the rest of his work. It tells you that underneath all his weirdness and disturbing imagery is a deeply held empathy.
His frequent cynicism about all the pain and suffering in the world isn't a product of being a misanthrope. It comes from a profound for human beings.
Really went in wanting to like this a lot more.
Some decent kills, but not enough of them. And every scene without the titular bear is lifeless. I saw it in a packed theater and a TON of jokes fell flat.
When you're not showing me the bear on cocaine, you need to be building anticipation for showing me the bear on cocaine. Instead we get mostly bad jokes and poor attempts at giving the movie heart.
Also a character says "what the actual fuck." Your movie is a period piece, act like it!
Been a long time since a movie made me think "oh, I didn't know you were allowed to do that
