
Have you ever taken your grandmother to see a movie where a giant black bear gets outrageously high on cocaine and goes on a violent killing spree?
Probably not, if I had to guess. Most people take their grandmothers to dainty lunches with chicken salad sandwiches, to shop for antique clocks or to meet up with their knitting-circle friends. Most people don’t take their grandmothers to see Cocaine Bear.