Werner Herzog's film I had only seen in part, so I watched it all the other day. It's very good. The pacing is excellent. It doesn't linger annoyingly the way this type of film often does. It's not overwritten either. I like the way Herzog doesn't bs around but openly states his opinion a few times. Says overtly but unemotionally that he disagrees with Treadwell's views.
Treadwell was very White. A mix of bravery, stupidity, gullibility, persistence, lunacy and imagination. Treadwell overcame losing the part of Woody on Cheers. He overcame upended bottle syndrome. Bears saved him. Then ate him. But he knew that was the price of giving his life meaning. That's his paradox. "Each man is killed by the things he loves," Treadwell might have said, turning Wilde.
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