6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Roping Wild Bears remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school, slightly dangerous looking nature footage, sure. People who hate seeing animals get stressed out or people who prefer modern, slick documentaries should probably stay away from this one. It feels more like a fever dream you’d catch on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
There isn't really a plot here, just a bunch of guys in cowboy hats deciding that a grizzly bear is no match for a sturdy piece of hemp. It’s wild. Pete Smith narrates with that specific, authoritative voice that makes you feel like you're being lectured by your grandfather while he fixes a leaky faucet.
The whole thing is just absurd. You’ve got these bears wandering around looking confused, and then suddenly a loop of rope flies out of nowhere. The bears don't look like they’re having a good time, and frankly, neither do the guys holding the ropes. It’s a very hands-on approach to conservation that would definitely result in a massive lawsuit today.
It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in Three Little Pigskins, though obviously with a lot less slapstick and a lot more teeth. There’s no CGI, no safety nets, just a bunch of dudes hoping they don't get mauled on camera.
I found myself staring at the background textures—the dirt, the way the grass looks all parched and yellow. It has that authentic, grainy look that makes you want to sneeze just watching it. The sound design is basically just loud grunting and the sound of wind hitting the microphone.
Sometimes the film just sits on a shot of a bear's snout for a few seconds too long. It’s uncomfortable, but it’s real. It’s not trying to be a The Perfect Lover kind of masterpiece. It’s just a weird, dusty slice of history that someone thought was worth recording.
It’s not going to change your life. But it’s a weird little window into a time when people thought wrestling wildlife was just another Tuesday. 🐻