Mel Gibson's career is over. First there was that creepy Jesus movie, then the "Sugartits/I hate Jews" episode, and then the crazy, threatening messages on an ex-girlfriend's voicemail? Three strikes, buddy. The amazing thing, though, is how little all that matters when it comes to The Beaver. Even if Tom Hanks were its lead, this thing would still be as misguided and bizarre a film to hobble into multiplexes as any in recent memory. It demands to be mocked. by Dave Bow