It brings me no joy to say that “The Beaver” with Mel Gibson and Directed by Jodie Foster is a hot mess. I have no problem accepting a premise involving a Norse God with a big ass hammer descending to earth and meeting Natalie Portman. No problem. But I was never able to get my head around Mel Gibson playing a depressed man who keeps (and gives voice to a) beaver hand puppet 24/7, as a therapeutic device.
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