WEEK ONE (Sept 28-Oct 4): FEARFUL FORESTS
With the exception of perhaps
Halloween, there has never been a film that benefited more from a slew of imitators than
Jaws.
Jaws had already received strong critical notices and its box office power was nothing short of unprecedented, but what really helped ensure its place in cinematic history was how clearly better it was than the competition. The B-movies were now becoming A-pictures in the hands of the Hollywood studios that had once left in them in the hands of canny filmmakers like Roger Corman. It wasn't just the increase in budgets either, as
Jaws was littered with characters that looked and felt like real human beings, to the point where even the bit players were more strongly realized that the leads in the films that Corman had worked on. For better and for worse,
Jaws had changed the landscape for genre filmmaking forever by setting the bar so high that few could possibly hope to reach it, let alone to grab a hold of it.
But oh, did they try. Films like
Orca,
Tintorera,
Tentacles and dozens more went right after
Jaws directly by writing checks for more carefully crafted aquatic terror than they were capable of cashing in on, and even the regrettably inevitable sequels to
Jaws seemed to ignore all the important lessons that it taught, focusing on idiotic characters rather than the merely outmatched and far too much of an increase in the special effects budget. Inevitably, filmmakers figured out they could do the same thing with much more budget-friendly locations like national parks, and that's what brings us to
Grizzly.
Grizzly more rigidly adheres to the
Jaws template than most of its ilk: it focuses on an authority figure whose efforts to rid his jurisdiction of a giant killer animal is hampered by superiors with more financially-driven motivations; he's joined by an eccentric type who has clearly spent too much time out in the wilderness and not enough around people; there's a big speech describing unimaginable past trauma related to the quarry prior to the climax. I could go on and on, but you get the picture:
Grizzly tries its damnedest to be
Jaws with claws that one might wonder why Universal Studios wouldn't have tried to pursue legal action.
Being like
Jaws does not make you
Jaws, which is the fatal flaw in many of the knock-offs, and
Grizzly stands as a more unintentionally humorous hallmark of that line of thinking than most. Director William Girdler tries his best to aspire to something greater with an opening credits that features impressive aerial photography of a national park, but soon runs into pacing problems. Despite being an entire half-hour shorter than
Jaws,
Grizzly is so languidly paced that it feels an hour longer. Some of this is due to a very messy script, which never finds a good rhythm, leading to subplots that go nowhere, entirely worthless characters (it's difficult to call Joan McCall's role the female lead, since she contributes nothing but a vague romantic foil for our hero that is never elaborated upon beyond a peck on a cheek), and well-meaning but woefully inept social commentary about media frenzies in the wake of tragedy. Some of it is due to Girdler's inability to create suspense, let alone sustain it, in the many stalking scenes: fond of he is for the POV shot to represent the title animal, it gets quite tiring when two-thirds of any given scene is more about someone walking slowly through the brush, with very little to focus on until the last third, where the attacks happen so quickly and so haphazardly that you can barely tell what's going on. It has elements of being budget related, but a good filmmaker would have been able to recognize that the scenes that are supposed to be scary aren't scary at all. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the actors weren't all clawing over each other to chew up more of the forest in their scenes, with Christopher George trying (and failing) to be a more badass Brody, and Richard Jaeckel focusing squarely on Quint's madness with none of the hubris.
Sometimes, though, that level of wide-spread badness can wind up endearing, and somehow, some way,
Grizzly manages to fall right into that. Part of that has to do with its budget limitations providing a steady level of guffaws, particularly where it concerns the bear itself. Never seen in the same frame as the other actors, the filmmakers relied on separately shot footage of the bear, with attack shots featuring the most gloriously fake bear claw in perhaps all of cinema. On top of that, since there's no threat to the actors, the shots of the bear are often more adorable than terrifying, which adds a further layer of unintentional humor. It also can be appreciated that it certainly pushes the 70s PG rating even further than
Jaws did, as it's a very surprisingly gory film, filled with death and dismemberment that is not prejudiced at all, and no one, man or woman, young or old, human or animal, is safe from the killer fake bear claw of doom.
If for nothing else, the film needs to be seen for its finale. After killing one of the leads (and then killing them again, because why not), our remaining heroes finally have the bear on the run, and set their helicopter down. Faster than you can say "Jason Voorhees," the bear magically teleports in front of them without them noticing, trashing the helicopter and scuttling them in what should have been a desperate act of survival, which is played by both actors as more of a merely mild annoyance. This is supposed to be it, and it's not playing out any differently than the previous attack scenes. What happens next can only be described as Chekhov's Rocket Launcher, which is a shame since there was also the possibility of Chekhov's Flame Thrower in the mix, but it's no less memorably ridiculous or absurd. Then comes what was intended to be a downbeat ending, but ends up more funny than anything else. It's the perfect summary for a film like this: it's a serious film undone by how seriously it takes itself, but it takes itself seriously enough to be funny and, on rare occasion, just fun enough to not be a waste of time. The bear may be 15-feet tall (or 18, going by the poster), but that's clearly not tall enough to grab the bar
Jaws set. Sometimes, it's just fun watching a film like
Grizzly try.