3/5
Alternatively titled, "Why Jodie Foster? WHY!?!", The Beaver stars Mel Gibson in the role he was borne to play, crazy asshole. Gibson plays Walter Black, a CEO of a big toy company who is depressed despite the fact that he has a loving family, and a fucking toy company. Black doesn't do anything except mope around the house and mumble to himself. After a traumatic experience where Black gets drunk and tries to kill himself, he puts on a hand puppet he found in the trash and fast as you can say "G'day mate" you've got a plot for a movie. Black Exclusivly talks through the puppet, and when anyone tries to directly talk to him, he just mumbles at them. Once hes got the beaver, Black's life starts getting awesome again, he single-handedly (ha!) saves his company from the brink of collapse, bangs Jodie Foster (yes while wearing it), and bonds with his young son. People of course think he's lost his mind, but hes so rich and confident, they let it slide. I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this movie, because without the puppet, this would just be some Lifetime Original nonsense. The puppets thick, Australian/British accent is hilarious especially when Gibson has private conversations with it while no ones around. In the end you do get the man vs his own hand scene that you waited for, but after the puppets gone, the movie is seriously uninteresting. There is this who sub-plot with Black's son and this chick, but I really didn't care whatsoever. After the puppets gone, the son's story takes over and the movie starts to suck. I wanted to see this movie because it sounded ridiculous, and it was! Pretty much your average sappy drama spiced up with a hand puppet. Sequel idea: The Pastie.
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