After a hard days walking I decide to treat myself to a couple of slightly better movies. Too much Netflix, not enough intelligence.
The first pick, "Grizzly Man" by Werner Herzog. I love Herzog, but - there's a reason I hadn't seen this one. If you aren't familiar I'll let you do your own research, but the subject of the documentary - "Timothy Treadwell", is too much like a hundred other whack-a-doodles I've met. I want to feel sorry for him - or sympathize with him in some way - but I just can't, and there seems to be too much going on in his head for the documentary to appear to be other than an exploitation of mental illness.
Not a bad movie, merely not at all to my taste.