Starring Mel Gibson, directed by Jodie Foster, using the voice of Ray Winstone.
But let’s not get carried away here. Ray Winstone isn’t in this movie. Although that puppet may sound like him, Mel Gibson seems to have done all the work. It’s impressive really, didn’t think he had it in him. Although one might suppose that he got some pointers from the Brit, seeing as they both worked together in Edge of darkness.
This movie is a family movie of sorts. A depressed man tries to hang himself but fails. There is nothing wrong with his elocution, not really. He speaks just fine, but with the Beaver, there is a new confidence. He seems to have almost overcome his depression, albeit through a stuffed puppet with a British accent.
It isn’t long before he is bonding with his youngest son and having mad sex with his wife again (played by aforementioned Jodie Foster), and all seems to be going well. Even his company benefited from his new and unusual coping mechanism.
The only one that never took to this new role was his elder son, played by Anton Yelchin (last seen in the movie Star Trek). His father’s new found confidence, to him, is only a symptom of a bigger problem.
We follow this movie through the initial success of the puppet and puppeteer, to the inevitable cracks and downfall, where the most important things in life have to be addressed and dealt with.
It will not float everybody’s boat but it is interesting. That accent though. Who knew!