[Audio Interview] ‘PEANUT BUTTER FALCON’ directors sail into the sweet waters of life in charming tale

Tyler Nilson, left, and Michael Schwartz, the co-writers and directors of ‘The Peanut Butter Falcon,’ at the South by Southwest premiere. Courtesy of Diego Donamaria – © 2019 Diego Donamaria.

Preston Barta // Features Editor

The Peanut Butter Falcon opened in a select number of theaters a few weeks back, but has not expanded into more theaters in the area this weekend. The endearing fable-esque adventure film stars Zack Gottsagen and Shia LaBeouf as two young men on the run who cross paths and chase after their individual dreams: to be a pro wrestler and live a quiet fisherman life.

Read my review of the film here.

Written and directed by Tyler Nilson and Michael Schwartz, The Peanut Butter Falcon is a movie that would put a smile on the face of Mark Twain. It’s a film that surprises and delights you. Anchored by heartfelt performances and all positive vibes, this is the charmer that everyone needs as we exit summer.

Fresh Fiction sat down with Nilson and Schwartz at the Angelika Film Center in Dallas recently after a special screening. In this audio interview, film critic Preston Barta speaks with the filmmaking duo about believing in the visual language of film as opposed to wall-to-wall dialogue, balancing the tone, and exploring truths.

Note: The clip may include some minor spoilers, but nothing that takes away from the film’s delightful experience.

Fresh Fiction sits down with ‘Peanut Butter Falcon’ writer-directors Tyler Nilson and Michael Schwartz.

The Peanut Butter Falcon is now playing in theaters. Check your local listings.

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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.