Cocaine Bear Is a Good Time, Cut with Weak Comedy

Director Elizabeth Banks delivers what’s on the Cocaine Bear tin. There’s a bear, it does cocaine. People die, and you will laugh. Writer Jimmy Warden does his darndest with an absurd “When Coked-Out Animals Attack” scenario sorta based on a true story, blending creature feature wildness with a claws-out ‘80s comedy—for better and worse. What can feel like a mechanical monster movie (only with sniffing white gold instead of blood) finds humor in the macabre, focusing on graphic death scenes at a detriment to tonal unison between its extreme violence and darkly comedic giggles.
Cocaine Bear very, very loosely adapts a bizarre and tragic 1985 report about an airborne narcotics smuggler, 40 kilos of cocaine thrown into the Chattahoochee National Forest, and a black bear who ingests some 34 kilograms. In Warden’s action-horror reimagining, the bear goes all tunnel-vision apex predator, hunting hikers (Kristofer Hivju and Hannah Hoekstra), criminal henchmen (O’Shea Jackson Jr. and Alden Ehrenreich), park rangers (Margo Martindale)—anyone in Cokey the Bear’s path. That includes single mother Sari (Keri Russell) and her missing daughter Dee Dee (Brooklynn Prince), among the unfortunate Chattahoochee explorers near where “Cocaine Bear” roams.
Banks approaches Cocaine Bear without hiding her gory-goofy intentions. Characters exist to be pursued, maimed and dismembered by a drug-trippin’ mammal not restricted by typical bear behaviors. You’re here to vibe with cheeky Jefferson Starship needle drops and a synth-poppy score underneath chaos primed for communal watches, as filler material between death scenes matters much less than the murderous rampages. When Cocaine Bear beats its chest—as furry paws tear away human flesh or sever appendages—Bank’s command holds strong. The assignment is understood, leaning into the B-movie nature of Warden’s concocted narrative that bounces around an ensemble cast.
Cocaine Bear makes proper use of its R-rating; Banks doesn’t skimp on the gruesome nature of fresh claw wounds or legs gnawed past muscles. Jaws or Jurassic Park cues put a premium on vicious attacks that ramp intensity with haste as the powder-dusted bear bounds into frame like a furry speeding bullet. Mother Nature’s brutality is on display as a 500-pound, coke-fueled superbeast spills blood across forest floors, ranger stations and ambulance beds—wherever the next poor panicked sap tries to flee for cover. You’re here for the beheadings, disembowelments and splatters of blood that erupt from chewed-raw bodies, and there’s no shortage.