Grizzly Night

One night in August 1967, in Montana's Glacier National Park, two fatal grizzly attacks happened nine miles apart, a coincidence improbable enough to reshape how a country thought about its wilderness. The film takes that single night as its whole subject, and two attacks, one night is less a hook than a statement of scope. The pull here is the collision of ordinary summer plans with something entirely indifferent to them, and the dread of knowing the date before anything begins.

Aimed at viewers drawn to wilderness true stories and backcountry accounts, the kind of reader who cannot put such things down once started. At 1h 33m it stays focused rather than sprawling, working from the slow accumulation of an evening toward events you already know are coming. Expect grim material handled with the weight it deserves, and landscapes that are beautiful and unforgiving at once. Recommended if you want a story that lingers after the credits.