«I can’t be a hero because I have Down syndrome.» “What does this have to do with your heart? Who told you such a thing?» How often do we give up on a dream simply because we were born with bad cards — or even because others convinced us of this? However, sometimes one meeting is enough to change everything. This is The Peanut Falcon, a great little film by Tyler Neilson and Mike Schwartz.
Two people walk along the endless roads of the American South. Either vagabonds, or fugitives, or a detachment on a special assignment. Zack, having driven an old videotape to holes, follows his dream — to become a professional wrestler. It does not matter that the guy has Down syndrome: if you really want something, everything is possible, even sneaking out of the nursing home, where the state assigned him, the restless one.
Fisherman Tyler goes rather not to, but from: he has made enemies for himself, flees, and Zach, frankly, imposed himself on him. However, Tyler does not seem to be against the company: the boy replaces his dead brother, and very soon the small detachment turns into a real brotherhood, and the story of informal renegades into a parable of freedom and friendship. More precisely, about friends as about a family that we choose for ourselves.
There are more than a dozen such parables in world cinema, but The Peanut Falcon does not claim to be original in terms of plot. Rather, this is an occasion to once again touch upon something quivering, real, vulnerable in us. And also — to remind you that a lot can be done — especially if you do not know that this is impossible.