We’ve all been depressed, at one time or another. And the more we do with that depression, the better off we’ll be in the end. Whether it’s getting help or getting through, it’s the getting somewhere that means the most. And with The Beaver, from the folks out at Summit Entertainment who sent a copy for me to review, the end result is going to be stranger, more disturbing, and yet more uplifting, than you might think.
The Beaver follows Walter, a family man who’s seen better days. In fact, things are looking pretty grim for old Walter; his wife is growing fed up with his depression (which, by itself, is a telling commentary), his son is manufacturing term papers for a pretty good rate and his youngest son is sufficiently invisible that no one seems to care if he’s been thrown in a dumpster. But when things are at their lowest, Walter finds a hand puppet in the shape of–you guessed it–a beaver. And when the beaver takes control of Walter’s life in a bid to improve it, it may not go off according to plan.
Before you say it, I’m quite aware (as I’m sure many of you are too) that this is pretty much the plot of a couple dozen horror films, with the critical difference is that this time the puppet isn’t out to lead the main character into fits of homicidal rage, but rather is out to improve the main character’s life.
But that’s not the only difference, merely the critical one. See, The Beaver is an absolute masterwork of a movie, putting up a bizarre combination of preposterous and believable with every shot. It wavers wildly between the disturbing and the natural, the irrational and the rational. And while it seems so much in the beginning like if the rational would just bow to the irrational, everything would work out so much better, the rational eventually begins to work on the irrational, until a semirational hybrid starts to come around and changes the world.
And of course, getting Mel Gibson, who only in recent memory did more than a few purely lunatic things himself, to handle the lead is a smart idea.
But the strange part is that it turns a little dark toward the end, and this abrupt change in tone isn’t just irrational, it’s disturbing. But this in turn brings about the synthesis I talked about earlier. There’s no need for psychobabble here, no weird film-school nonsense. Just know that you’re in for a ride quite thoroughly unlike any you’ve had before.
The Screenhead Ten Scale gives this lump of massive crazy, that also happens to be a work beyond the pale, a full ten out of ten for doing something few have ever done before, and doing a thoroughly amazing job with it. The Beaver is a spectacular work that will inspire long after its conclusion.





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Speaking as someone who has only recently cleared the threshold into thirty-somethingdom himself, I understand where The Long Slow Death Of A Twenty-Something, a copy of which the folks out at Maverick Entertainment sent out for review, comes from. And there’s a pretty good chance that most of you–including you not quite thirtysomethings–will get it too.