It’s been a while since I’ve posted, it’s been a while since I watched a movie to be honest, but I’m back, back with a Beaver!
Those of you thinking this film is about…well…it isn’t anyway. The film is directed by Jodie Foster and stars Jodie Foster as the wife of Mel Gibson.
The film sees Gibson losing his mind, he stays in bed all day, he’s depressed when he’s not in bed and his family, Foster his wife and two children, simply choose to ignore it and hope it will go away.
It doesn’t and so Gibson is kicked out, we next see him throwing some items from the back of his car into a dumpster and this is when he finds The Beaver.
The Beaver is a glove puppet, he takes it back to his motel, gets drunk and whilst trying to kill himself The Beaver starts talking to him. Not in ‘only Gibson can hear’ type way, it’s Gibson doing the talking, just through the puppet and with a dirty, angrier voice.
From that point in we see the puppet take over Gibson, he takes it to work, he introduces it to everyone he meets, it seems to be regenerating him.
You could say the movie is a study in depression, split personalities or just really messed up families. You could say that but it’s a little too ‘Hollywood’ to give it that much credit.
I’d put off watching the film thinking it would be a little heavy going given the subject, but actually Foster does really well in the direction which never feels forced or pushed, it lets Gibson unravel in front of the camera, a role which he seems to relish.
A downside to the movie maybe that perhaps everyone seems to accept that a 40 something with a puppet on his hand is ‘normal’ a little too easily, he even appears on TV but no-one tries (very hard) to get him some help, help he clearly needs.
There’s a secondary story to the movie as Gibson’s eldest son trying everything he can to not be like his father, something which I think most of us can relate to, yet the ultimate conclusion is that we can’t…it’s genetic after all.
This is a good movie, perhaps not one to sit and watch if you’re after something light-hearted or easy-watching, though that said I really can’t fault Fosters direction and her handling of the subject matter and Gibson is good as he can be when he’s not being a bit…well…odd!