The Beaver didn't look too interesting at first, but after watching it I could see why it was made. It was also one of Mel Gibson's first projects back as an actor after the long hiatus from the limelight.
You can call it weird, you can call it strange, you can even call it something that kind of mirrors what Gibson is going through with his Hollywood life. It's about one husband and father's struggle with his own demons, going cuckoo and then finding his way back.
If only it was that easy in real life for Gibson, but things are indeed looking up for him with all the award buzz around Hacksaw Ridge.
But back to The Reaver, Gibson's compelling acting with a soft toy around his arm, plus the accent which I wasn't sure was from him at first, made the movie tolerable.
Jodie Foster's direction however left me wanting more. There was nothing memorable about the movie, no scene that stood out, and I couldn't find a sense of style that tells me who or what this director is all about. It felt very generic and by the book, and that was also what I felt about her recent work in Money Monster.
Luckily Kyle Killen's script had enough meat in it to keep the story interesting and at least Foster was able to move things along without having anything felt draggy.
But immediately after the movie ended, it became forgettable. And that's not what you want your movie to achieve at the end of it.
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