With a name like “Cocaine Bear,” I thought I knew exactly what to expect going into this. It legitimately surprised me with how irreverent it actually was though. This is like a big, dumb Saturday morning cartoon, just with more blood and profanity. It seems that Elizabeth Banks and the rest of the crew had the same upper drug coursing through their systems as the titular predator. Not a single aspect of the movie takes itself seriously, and it’s a blast to watch the gory nonsense unfold. Things do get off to a slow start and lose steam near the end however, as the film tries to establish/wrap up a more conventional plot complete with a non-animal antagonist and everything. The film is at its best you’re just watching the cast of eccentric characters get involved in wacky scenarios interspersed with gruesome maulings. Like, we’re only here to laugh at the stupidity or gag at the brutality, so any attempt made here to instill a sense of focus feels unnecessary and kind of lost me a bit. Fortunately, the people behind this were fully willing to let you revel in the absurdity of the premise for the majority of the running time. So if the concept of a woodland creature wreaking havoc while high on stimulants sounds appealing to you, then you’ll be in for a good time. It brings all of the silly, ridiculous, amusing, and violent thrills you could ask for. The star of the show, though? Keri Russell’s butt. The sight of that thing in her bathrobe and pink jumpsuit made me realize how down bad I am lately. The B-movie is back babyyyy!