The facts are these: There really was a "Cocaine Bear". The bear apparently ingested cocaine that had gone awry in a drug transportation scheme. There is no real proof of any of the bear's exploits after he ingested the drug. The bear's remains were preserved in taxidermy and passed around among a "party crowd" of millionaires in the 80's and 90's. This is pretty much where the facts end and that fantastic cinema glory that is "Cocaine Bear" picks up. And y'all, this bear is living in the moment. I don't want to give too much away because there are moments in this movie that are raucous and ridiculous, and I want you to enjoy them as much as I did. I can tell you that as a person alive in the 80's and as a Southerner that the clothes, the accents and the soundtrack are all on point for 1985. And the fact that this was Ray Liotta's last film adds the chef's kiss on this already very tasty dish. Before I saw it,
I've got a lot of thoughts.....I've got a lot of plans