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Movie Review: The Beaver

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Mel Gibson makes a superb whipping boy. I mean, seriously… what’s not to mock? He’s old—which in this country is a serious offense—and he’s someone most of us have at one point in our lives wanted to either be, or get with (or both), and to no avail. Nothing like sour grapes to get the old jealousy bones creaking. Oh, yeah, and there’s that whole racist, sexist thing.

Making fun of racism, sexism, beingajerkism—these are all just and noble pursuits, and Mel Gibson has bought himself a full portion of it with his repeated drink-induced, anti-Semitic, and misogynistic rants, for which there is no excuse.

Nonetheless, I am going to excuse him. Not his behavior and not because he’s earned it, but because I’m pretty sure that someday I’m going to say something idiotic as well, and I’d like to think my bosom pal Mel’s gonna remember this moment and cut me some slack.

See, you cannot take a sound byte from a whole human life and use it to write off an entire person. People are complicated. They hold bizarre, often self-contradictory views. They do things they know to be wrong, and believe things they suspect to be incorrect. What is most tragic, however, is where most of this comes from—a fear of being un-loved. In all sorts of weird, illogical and counter-productive ways, human beings run around destroying themselves, hoping to find someone who really, truly loves them—even when they’re behaving like poop-stains.

For Mel Gibson, one such a person is Jodie Foster. Much has been made of her “indefensible” defense of Mr. Gibson, the idea being that if you stand in front of a villain deflecting rocks, then you yourself must in fact be a villain. But perhaps there is more to a person than his or her actions, and more to love than mere agreement. Perhaps there are times when you defend someone not because you’re convinced of their perfection, but because you understand that no one is perfect, and that without unconditional love, no one will ever become the best person they are capable of being.

Whether or not this is true, Foster and Gibson have chosen a lovely story to help make their case. In The Beaver, Gibson’s character is a man named Walter Black, who takes an extreme path of self-hating reinvention in a desperate attempt to redirect from the same sort of depression that led to his own father’s suicide. His reinvented, badly-ventriloquizing self is funny, passionate, loving and awake in all the ways Black could not manage to be.

Nearly everyone responds positively to this new alter-ego, which fuels his self-hating dementia to a point where he ends up taking actions that are exactly the opposite of what he ever wanted to do.

In the end, he grows to hate the false persona he’s created that everyone loves, and it is only by both figuratively and literally cutting it away from himself that he is able to realize that his family loves him not for any accomplishment or for the entertainment value he provides, but for who he is—even despite the fact that he is truly very sick. It is a message nuanced by the fact that Black’s wife, played by Jodie Foster, is not willing to merely accept Walter’s disturbed behavior indefinitely. But although she does call him on it, for her own protection and the protection of her children, there is never any doubt that it is love that prompts her action.

The Beaver is not a perfect film, but it is quite a lovely, effective one. I would venture to guess that its poor box-office showing has less to do with its relative merits and more to do with the fact that the average American is not particularly interested in extending to Gibson the sort of love of which Foster has been an exemplar.

Screenwriter Kyle Killen has said that a recurring theme in his work is how much people can change, and that The Beaver is an attempt to flesh out the idea that what we are really stuck with is just learning how to love—both ourselves and others. I, for one, am glad of the reminder, and wish both Foster and Gibson the best.

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  • Ann

    What a beautiful article. Geat insight into The Beaver and Mel Gibson. Thank you for verbalizing my feelings. We all need mercy, and none of us have earned it.

  • Thank you for your comment, Ann. I certainly find it a lot easier to divide the world into two categories: despicable people, and people who are more like me. But easier is often uglier. I’m glad you’re up for the harder path!