Per usual for a nature film from the Mouse House, it is around 75 percent magical and 25 percent bullshit.

The photography, including a frightening avalanche sequence early on, is awe-inspiring and a genuine pleasure to experience on the big screen. And it is hard not to marvel at the animals, captured interacting and moving in such intimate moments. A shame then the viewer has to endure nonstop one-liners by John C. Reilly, whose voice-over contributions also force the footage to adhere to a storyline in the spiritual vein of The Lion King. They film the real world, so majestic, so dangerous, so
alive, then try their hardest in post-production to render it a type of live-action cartoon! Alas, it is hard to complain too much: Disney is Disney, and they have their established M.O. with this nature franchise, and they no doubt believe it is an essential part of drawing families to the multiplex. Still, I cannot help but believe they are at least modestly underestimating viewers, children included. The hours upon hours of phenomenal on-location photography could be shaped into a a piece of crowd-pleasing popular cinema without the absolute lowest of lowbrow tactics, including, in the specific case of Bears, nothing short of a montage set to the sentimental pop hit "Home" by Phillip Phillips.
There is a wolf who features throughout the film (positioned in Reilly's narration as a solitary "thief"), and I seriously wonder if it is a trained animal flown in for the production. I could be wrong, but it is my understanding wolves always live and hunt in packs.
Anyway, if forced to assign a grade to encapsulate the best and worst of the final product:
B-