moody snow westerns are a sub-genre I can really get behind, though this one dragged along its premise a bit too slowly for me. Robert Ryan typically great, though.
so uninterestingly obvious, blunt, and predictable. wearing all its intentions on its sleeve, and for what? it's pining for delicacy and subtlety (which it achieves briefly) but is entirely incapable of backing it up with similarly deft ideas. Lazy characterizations. And the kid is the worst actor I think I've ever seen.
The world is such a cynical place right now. Our art often reflects that cynicism, purposefully or not, to such a degree that it’s easy to forget that we’re being cynical at all.
The Peanut Butter Falcon is so unabashedly joyful, so unencumbered by the pessimism of the world we see everyday, that it feels like it’s from another planet. Few movies have the singular goal of being unconditionally kind-hearted, which makes The Peanut Butter Falcon a welcome tonic.