Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Beaver

Hello Everyone, I hope your doing well. I was a little sad, but also not surprised to see this movie did not do well at the box office over the weekend. People just don't like different, or watching what is obvious a mentally ill man, I don't think it is just the Gibson issue. With the movie A Beautiful Mind it was not so "out there" for everyone to notice. I Still plan on seeing it sometime and I hope if some of you read this review by Rolling Stone do too. I am grateful and inspired though, that Jodie Foster was brave and courageous enough to do a movie that shows society the struggles that so many families living with someone with a Mental Illness go through, because I lived it myself growing up. This is some of what she had to say in her interview with The Hollywood Reporter. "It is a story of a families struggle with depression. “This is not a mainstream movie,” she says. “It does have mainstream actors, but that’s not this film. I don’t need to make those kinds of movies because my career as a director is a personal spiritual path. I don’t need to succeed in that way in order to have an identity. I already have one.”
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Janet :)
















Rolling Stone
By Peter Travers
May 5, 2011

The internet darts being hurled at The Beaver are many and unvaried, all focused on the question of who in hell wants to see a Mel Gibson movie in which the star, vilified as "Hollywood's most vocal Jew-hater" and despised racist, homophobic, misogynistic, abusive, alcoholic, trigger-tempered paranoiac, pours out his heart to a beaver hand puppet?

The answer is: You do. If you can get past your feelings for the troubled Gibson, you get to watch a high-wire performance of the highest caliber. It's your call. My call is that The Beaver, directed by Jodie Foster from a script by fearless first-timer Kyle Killen, is operating on a plane far above multiplex formula. This flawed but heartfelt movie has the power to sneak up and floor you. Foster, Gibson's pal since they co-starred in 1994's Maverick, directs with blunt honesty and disarming grace. Her subject, as in the two other films she's directed — 1991's Little Man Tate and 1995's Home for the Holidays — is the pain and dark humor of family dysfunction.

Foster also brings her uncanny acting instincts to the role of Meredith, a wife and mother of two whose world is coming apart. She blames her husband, Walter Black (Gibson), the CEO of a toy company who has watched depression rot his career and his marriage. Walter can't get off the couch, except to reach for another drink. His teen son, Porter (the outstanding Anton Yelchin), loathes Walter, keeping Post-its to help him erase any resemblance to father. Younger son Henry (the gifted Riley Thomas Stewart) still adores Walter but can't sleep. No wonder Meredith throws the bum out.

In a hotel room, Walter tries to off himself by leaping from a balcony. Instead, he accidentally collapses into bed with a beaver puppet he picked up in a liquor-store dumpster. "Wake up," says the Beaver now attached to Walter's hand. Yup, the puppet talks. And in a Cockney croak that Gibson cleverly develops to sound like Michael Caine on a contact high. Walter moves his lips, but it's the Beaver giving orders to Walter on how to live his life.

This is the moment that separates the true movie lover from the popcorn eater in it for a quickie. In a style more European than American, Foster shows no fear of abstraction. The Beaver is Walter's id run amok. At first, Meredith believes Walter's lie that the Beaver is a "prescription puppet." The therapy results in a bout of wild sex that may be the kinkiest three-way ever. Yo, Beaver. Henry is just happy to have his dad back. Porter, understandably, is creeped out. Not just by Walter, but by himself. Porter's dream girl, Norah (Jennifer Lawrence, an Oscar nominee for Winter's Bone, again proves her shining skill), reminds him that his lucrative business in writing personal essays for students has removed him from his own emotional life. Foster uses her experience as a child actor to bring out the nuanced best in these young performers, who are touching without ever slipping into sappy.

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Still, it's the hell Walter has made for himself that keeps pulling you in. An anniversary dinner with Meredith, in which she demands he dump the Beaver at home, leaves him a shaking wreck. He resents her gift of a memory box filled with photos of their past, claiming it's depression he suffers from, not amnesia. All of which leads Walter to potentially tragic alternatives.

It may not be possible to totally disengage Walter's crisis from Gibson's own. If you haven't seen the darkness gnawing at Gibson in the films he's directed, from Braveheart to The Passion of the Christ and Apocalypto, then you haven't been paying attention. Foster has. For all its tonal shifts, The Beaver is a potent provocation about the bruises inflicted from just being human. Foster's film and Gibson's grieving performance bring that point forcefully and feelingly home.

2 comments:

  1. I can't wait to see this movie!

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  2. Thanks Pink, to bad we couldn't see it together :) Let me know when and if you do!
    Take Care,
    Janet :)

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