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Lessons from The Peanut Butter Falcon


(Spoiler Alert: You may not want to read if you haven’t yet seen the movie.)

I saw this past weekend the movie, “The Peanut Butter Falcon,” starring Shia LeBeouf as Tyler, Dakota Johnson as Eleanor, and new to the screen, an actor with Down Syndrome, Zack Gottsagen.

His character, Zac, is a young man with Down Syndrome living in a nursing home where Eleanor, a kind and attractive staff person is assigned to him. Zac hates where he is and longs to leave. His roommate Carl, (longtime actor, Bruce Dern) is an elderly man who likes Zac and encourages him in his quest to leave. He knows he doesn’t belong there. Eleanor knows this, too, but she has no options for Zac since he has no parents or family to care or provide for him.

Tyler (LeBeouf) is a failed crab fisherman, a sort of drifter and rebel who lives by his own rules. He wears the same dingy t-shirt, faded cap, stained shorts, and scruffy beard through the whole movie, and you begin to forget the actor and believe the character. In fact, not just the main actors, but all of them, are fully believable.

Zac, after several fizzled attempts, finally escapes from the nursing home, with Carl’s help. He runs away in only his white briefs and stays half-dressed most of the time. I at first thought this to be somewhat demeaning, but I later decided it took away the sentimentality that movie parts dealing with characters with disabilities too often create.

Tyler stumbles onto Zac who after his escape is hiding under a tarp in Tyler’s small fishing boat. Tyler is doing some escaping of his own, running from two grimy fishermen he has stolen crab pods from.

And so, the adventure begins. Zac, a huge wrestling fan, wants to get to his hero Salt Water Redneck’s wrestling school that he has seen in old videos cassettes. Tyler is trying to get to Florida to start again, and Zac convinces him to take him along until he reaches the school. “Maybe we could be friends,” says Zac, “road dawgs, buddies, and chill, have a good time.” How do you say no to that?

The journey begins with Zac wandering about in his underwear following Tyler along marshy trails. He irritates Tyler with endless questions until Tyler lays down rules for the journey, which include no talking and no questions.

Zac talks and questions anyway.

Into their meandering arrives Eleanor, who has been frantic to find Zac and return him to the nursing home, where her superiors hold her responsible for his disappearance.

The three of them develop a sweet bond after various risky and even dangerous events. Zac gets to the wrestling school only to discover it closed years earlier and that Salt Water Redneck (played by Thomas Haden Church) has retired.

Zac does, though, get his chance to wrestle and be the Peanut Butter Falcon, a character he created while on the trail with Tyler. Hint: Zac likes peanut butter.

After relentless flirting and prodding, Tyler wins over Eleanor and their relationship is fun to watch as well.

The film is quirky and a bit contrived, but it still gives a glimpse into the life of a young man with Down Syndrome. He is not trivialized but given a chance to show his worth. Which the actor Zack Gottsagen does so brilliantly and enjoyably.

My grandson, Austin, has Down Syndrome and I thought of him throughout the movie. I could see in Zac, Austin’s sweetness and mischievousness, his frustrations and hurts, his yearning and giant efforts to be a normal boy in a world of harsh realities.

There is a scene in the film where Zac is being bullied by a bratty kid who keeps telling Zac to jump off a high deck into the lake. Zac can’t swim and he quietly keeps saying no he won’t do it. Tyler sees what’s going on and climbs to the top just as the boy pushes Zac off the deck. Before he jumps in to get him, Tyler slugs the brat and knocks him down.

It’s a moment to relish.

My fear and the fear of Austin’s mom and dad and sister is that he will be bullied or tormented by other kids who see him as different and perhaps easy prey. Which I’m sure has already happened. We know we cannot always protect him. We also know that with time and care and abundant love, he has the skills to learn ways to protect himself.

And so, this good film, helps all of us see the unfair boundaries we too often set for others that aren't like us. It also shows how there are always those willing to open their heart, give birth to love, and welcome others, however different, with acceptance and friendship.

As a line in one of the songs in the movie says, “The long night is over, and I’m starting to believe, I’m not as broken as some made me out to be.”

© 2019 Timothy Moody

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