Forgettable. Honestly, I even had a hard time not forgetting this film twenty-four hours after seeing it.
Lately, I've seen at least two films in which ferocious wild animals end up becoming the biggest threat to a small group of humans who, innocently or without any ill intention, cross their path. This was one of those films. It brings nothing new or original to a subgenre of horror that, with the growing awareness and awareness of the protection of fauna and natural spaces, tends to become less and less interesting for the public.
One of the film's strengths is the technical aspects, in particular the cinematography, which makes the best of Alaska's magnificent natural landscapes. It is not possible to watch this film without feeling a great desire to put on a pair of sturdy boots and go experience that intimate contact with nature, in its most untouched state. Even the less adventurous will be impressed by the beauty of the locations and landscapes in which the film is set. The fact that much of the action takes place at night or on cloudy days helps to model the tension necessary to make the film work, and there are actually several moments in which the forest seems mysterious, threatening. This is one of the attributes that makes horror films work so well in the forests. The film also features a discreet but effective set of visual and sound effects, which transform each confrontation with the bear into a true spectacle, full of credibility and danger.
The cast is mixed: we have some solid actors, but also many others who add little or nothing to the quality of the final product. James Marsden and Thomas Jane lack a director to guide and help them reach their full potential, resulting in a poor and forgettable effort that neither ennobles nor harms them. Billy Bob Thornton is a good addition, but he is given frankly disappointing material and has nothing more to do than look obnoxious. Scott Glen has even more reasons to complain, since he barely appears on the scene and, when he does, he is so subdued that he has no relevance whatsoever. As for the actresses, they are damsels in permanent distress that the “knights” will save. Young Kelly Curran must feel embarrassed by this film, where the only thing she did was show her breasts in an unfortunate scene without any kind of convincing “sex appeal”.
Still, things can become worse if we add an inept director, called David Hackl, and a poor script, with a story that throws the characters into danger without much explanation. The fight between the two brothers is very poorly explained and unconvincing, the return of the prodigal brother was not convincing, the whole bar story was an obvious pretext to introduce the police brother and the contrast between the two – a cheap cliché of films with brothers – and the attack on the lumberjacks, the first attack by that bear, is reduced to the size of a footnote when it should have had more impact among the public. What happens next is a cascade of clichés and ideas common in films of this type, with the characters trying to survive and the inevitable confrontation with the threat.
