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2. Grizzly Man: ...is a synonym for "a steaming pile of crap." It's not that the guy was a weirdo...or blatantly gay as a salty sailor. It's just that it was a really bad documentary. I had to turn it off after about 15 minutes. I nearly fell out of my chair laughing when I first heard the narrator. What is it with nature documentaries and narrators with foreign accents? It's more common than a vagina at a lesbian bar. Early in the film, they were interviewing the prop pilot that frequently flew Treadwell in and out of his seasonal frolics. Like any documentary, when they first show someone, they give their name and a little sub-caption describing their profession in relevance to the topic of the film. So this guy starts talking about flying...they show his name "Willy Fulton"...seems normal enough...then they show the sub-caption "Rodeo Rider." Okay, I'm no expert, but what the hell does riding in a rodeo have to do with flying an ambiguously gay naturalist into the wild? Wouldn't "Pilot" or "Friend" be somewhat more relevant? Hell, putting "Archduke of Candyland" or "Vietnamese Prostitute" would have been more relevant! Screw this crap.
(This was Quinny's)