Timothy Treadwell believed that because he hung around with bears from cub stage to adult, and the big bears got used to him, that he was friends with the bears. He went to bear sanctuaries every summer, often making contact with the animals and avoiding major injury. Then he hung around a little too close to hibernating season, met up with a bear looking to store some calories before a big nap, and met his unfortunate and violent demise (as did his girlfriend, who fought for six minutes as a bear, or bears, consumed her and Treadwell). Director Werner Herzog uses Treadwell’s own video footage from his camping trips and basically offers his opinion that Treadwell was on the cusp of madness, or was at least behaving irrationally, when he met his death. It was Treadwell’s intent to protect the bears and educate society, but he got himself, a friend and two bears killed in the process. No matter how you view Treadwell (heartwarming activist or certified nut) the film is fascinating, as are some of Treadwell’s animal interactions (especially his moments with a semi-cuddly fox). The film is ultimately a rather depressing experience, as it should be. The dumb bastard got eaten by bears, not fuel for happy times.