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The Peanut Butter Falcon – Your Atomic Throw.

We all need an‘Atomic Throw’. I hope yours is on the way.

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And the meaning… exactly?

Well, I watched The Peanut Butter Falcon not so long ago, and the movie inspired this post. Good little budget movie, rightly getting a lot of (albeit) understated praise. Quirky, wholesome and compelling in that coming-of-age “Huckleberry Finn” kind of way. It’s got a real feel of earthiness to it. Got me good. Got me thinking.

I’m a bit of a sucker for rites of passage, and particularly, underdog movies.

Love it when the down-and-outs thrive at the end, and although this usually manifests in the briefest of segments (a single spoken line, or an action), it carries with it a strange kind of atomic power. The journey to that ‘moment’ is anything but linear, but when the serendipitous occurs, I’m all over it. A snapshot of some soul-gutsy victory; a stick-it-to-the-man, middle finger.

Things that make you think we can all received a destined moment in this cameo appearance called life.

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It’s been a while since a movie peeled apart my carefully honed bullet-proof walls… but this one did. Don’t quite know why. Needless to say, there’s a particular scene at the end of the Peanut Butter Falcon that ‘gets’ me, every time, without fail: the Atomic Throw.

Go Zack Gottsagen!

Some people may disagree about movies like these. It doesn’t matter to me.

The ending (I confess), I’ve watched on repeat.

I don’t want to give spoiler alerts (so, stop reading here) but one of the main characters gets to fulfil his dream. It’s an utterly anachronistic, deluded… entirely impossible dream; where expectant hope hits reality… and yet… he gets to live his dream, nevertheless.

His ‘atomic throw’.  

And it’s amazing.

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And it’s amazing.

The truth is, this life will catch you – repeatedly – with its most unpleasant of painful fish-hooks, and often without warning. Bleed your lips, rip your gums inside out, rendering you – entirely speechless… in both physical and soul turmoil. Pulling you by the mouth in the direction it chooses, but you must keep believing that one day – by Grace – you’ll own it. You’ll turn around, look back, aim that rifle – and with that very final bullet (with the Great White oncoming) – just like Roy Schneider in Jaws, you’ll say –

Smile… you son-of-a-bitch!”

Look the enemy directly in the eyes and say, ‘Hold my beer.’

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Keep going folks. Keep reaching, through the tiredness and despair – and the things that don’t make sense, and never will.

Because, if you keep hanging on, one day, you’ll get your atomic throw. I genuinely hope that for you. Keep going.

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