Jan 25, 2020
How many Suns would a Sundance dance if a Sundance could dance Suns? The answer is THE PEANUT BUTTER FALCON. This movie looked a little too precious for its own good, and thankfully it's rough enough around the edges to justify its existence - but not much more. This indie darling almost won me over if not for several key factors. Namely, Shia Labeouf and Dakota Johnson are both on a short list of my least favorite actors. It's not that they're bad actors, it's just that I hate their stupid faces and can't stand when they talk. Also, the scenario is totally contrived and the logistics of the plot are implausible, but hey it's a movie so that last part can be forgiven.
Zak (Zack Gottsagen) is a young man with Downs who has been resigned to a nursing home due to a plot-facilitating state oversight. He wants to be a professional wrestler, and he manages to escape the old folks' home to begin his Huckleberry Finn-esque journey of finding a wrestling school. On the way he bumps into Lebeowulf, a southern drawling, crab trawling bumpkin with a chip on his shoulder who just so happens to be primed for an unlikely, reluctant friendship that will hopefully replace his dead brother. Johnson plays the unlikely, reluctant city-girl love interest - with a heart of gold - on the search for Zak because her boss told her to after refusing to responsibly report the problem to the proper authorities.
And wouldn't you know it - Zak becomes a plucky sidekick to Laybeef as they traverse the southeast coast sandbars in dilapidated dirigibles, affirming each others' sense of self and getting into corn-fried hijinks. Watch out for the white trash fishers who are out to get Labohemf! You can immediately tell it's equal parts SWISS ARMY MAN, AMERICAN HONEY, and O BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU?, just with the scary, podunk timbre of VERNON, FLORIDA. Then there's the fact that Gottsagen actually has Downs. I dunno; despite there being good intentions with the screenwriters making the role specifically for Gottsagen, I couldn't help but feel like it was forced and exploitative. It's really difficult to put aside the fact that he's only wearing underwear for nearly the first thirty minutes of the film. Is it supposed to be funny? Is it supposed to endear? Is it a "brave, bold debut" for a budding star (who happens to have Downs)?
No, the thing is directly focused on his disability and how he is supposed to break the mold with it, despite the fact that he is constantly displayed in grotesque and unsanitary set pieces. He slathers himself half-naked in soap to squeeze through barred windows. He vomits all over himself while being introduced to his companion. He gets drunk and gets smeared in peanut butter for the titular payload. He is beaten and called the R word by an old hick in a wrestling match. And it's either played for laughs or for pathos. Like I said, it just feels exploitative despite the eventual magical realism, despite the "family is the friends you make" woodsy, feel-good junk. Perhaps what is supposed to be commendable is that a disabled person is playing a role with that disability, but there are WAAAAAY more dignified roles for such folks (see: Todd Solondz' WIENER-DOG or Lars von Triers "The Kingdom" miniseries) that aren't played for laughs despite standard genre conventions.
Anyway, thinking about THE PEANUT BUTTER FALCON got me more worked up than watching it. It has the heartfelt moments that give you what you expect on a Sunday afternoon, but I don't think it is designed to be ruminated on. It would have worked much better as a family friendly version minus the f-bombs, but then it wouldn't be edgy enough for whatever hipster was working distribution after TIFF, trying to entice their friends at Buzzfeed to push blurbs about this "revelation of a film" on their unread blogs.
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