In the frost-kissed wilderness of 19th-century North America, Hundreds of Beavers emerges as a slapstick ode to absurdity. Directed by the irreverently brilliant Mike Cheslik, this supernatural winter epic is a delightful collision of old-school comedy and modern fun.
Cheslik’s film pays homage to the silent comedies of the past, channeling the spirit of Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin. Our unlikely hero? Ryland Brickson Cole Tews, a drunken applejack salesman with the charisma of a tipsy squirrel. His mission? To transform from zero to hero by outwitting—yes, you guessed it—hundreds of beavers.
Olivia Graves, as the merchant’s daughter, adds a dash of romance to the frosty proceedings. Their chemistry crackles like a bonfire, warming even the coldest hearts. The film’s budget might have been modest, but its imagination knows no bounds. Those beavers? Not your average woodland creatures. They’re either folks in furry costumes or plushy puppets. Dialogue? Who needs it! With a mere three uttered words, Hundreds of Beavers dances across the screen like a snowflake caught in a gust. It’s a masterclass in visual storytelling, proving that actions (and beavers) speak louder than words.
This film is masterfully the silliest thing you’ll witness all year. Imagine a plushy apocalypse: beavers, applejack, and a dash of romance. No animals were harmed—just a few seams stretched. Cheslik doesn’t recycle tired tropes; he invents new ones. Hundreds of Beavers is a lost continent of comedy, rediscovered after decades adrift. It’s Chaplin meets Wes Anderson, with a dash of absinthe.
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