Wonder (film)

2017 film directed by Stephen Chbosky

Wonder is a 2017 American coming-of-age drama film directed by Stephen Chbosky and written by Jack Thorne, Steven Conrad, and Chbosky. It is based on the 2012 novel of the same name by R. J. Palacio and stars Julia Roberts, Owen Wilson, Jacob Tremblay, Noah Jupe, Izabela Vidovic, and Daveed Diggs.

Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. And if you really wanna see what people are, all you have to do is look.

The film, which follows a boy with Facial Disfigurement trying to fit in, was released in the United States on November 17, 2017, by Lionsgate. It received positive reviews from critics and audiences, with many praising Tremblay and Roberts' performances, Chbosky's direction, writing, musical score and faithfulness to Palacio's novel; the film grossed $306 million worldwide on a $20 million budget. At the 90th Academy Awards, the film was nominated for Best Makeup and Hairstyling.

Auggie can't change the way he looks. So, maybe we can change the way we see.
Dear Mr. Tushman, I'm sorry for punching Julian. That was wrong of me to do that. I know you may need to expel me, but, I'd still rather not say why I did what I did. It might get Julian in trouble, too, and that's not fair. Sincerely, Jack Will.
The final award this morning is the Henry Ward Beecher Medal to honor students who have been notable or exemplary. Usually, it's a "good works," a service award. But I came upon a passage that he wrote, which made me realize that good works come in many forms.
"Greatness," he wrote, "lies not in being strong, but in the right using of strength. He or she is the greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own." Without further ado, this year, I am very proud to award the Henry Ward Beecher Medal to the student whose quiet strength has carried up the most hearts.

Auggie edit

  • Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. And if you really wanna see what people are, all you have to do is look.
  • My mom always said... "If you don't like where you are... just picture where you wanna be."

Jack Will edit

  • Dear Mr. Tushman, I'm sorry for punching Julian. That was wrong of me to do that. I know you may need to expel me, but, I'd still rather not say why I did what I did. It might get Julian in trouble, too, and that's not fair. Sincerely, Jack Will.

Mr. Tushman edit

  • Dear Mr. Will, One thing I've learned in 20 years in education is that there are two sides to every story, so I think I can imagine what started the fight. While nothing justifies striking another student, I know good friends are worth defending. So, after your two-day suspension, your scholarship will be waiting for you. So, just keep up the good work, and keep being the fine boy we all know you to be. Sincerely, Mr. Tushman.
  • The final award this morning is the Henry Ward Beecher Medal to honor students who have been notable or exemplary. Usually, it's a "good works," a service award. But I came upon a passage that he wrote, which made me realize that good works come in many forms. "Greatness," he wrote, "lies not in being strong, but in the right using of strength. He or she is the greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own." Without further ado, this year, I am very proud to award the Henry Ward Beecher Medal to the student whose quiet strength has carried up the most hearts.

Via edit

  • You can't blend in when you were born to stand out.

Dialogue edit

Eddie: What've we got here? Couple of losers stinkin' up the woods. [the girl sees Auggie and gasps] Holy crap! Look at his face!
7th Grade Boy 2: He's a freak!
Eddie: Jesus, I've never seen anything that ugly in my life!
7th Grade Boy 2: Maybe it's an ork.
Jack Will: Dude, let's go.
Eddie: Go where? Hey, talkin' to you, Gollum. This the one mask to rule them all? "My precious." [the girl laughs]
[Eddie reaches out for Auggie; Jack slaps his hand aside]
Jack Will: Hey, what's your problem?!
Eddie: [shoves Jack] Your boyfriend's my problem!
Auggie: Hey! Leave him alone.
Eddie: What're you gonna do about it? [Auggie raises his fists] Get outta my way.
Auggie: No.
Eddie: I said, "Get outta my way!"
Auggie: I said, "No"!
[Amos shows up with Henry and Miles]
Amos: Yo, Jack, what's up, man?
Eddie: What's this? More little freaks?
Amos: What you call us, hick?
Eddie: Come on, prep boy.
[The public school and Beecher Prep boys start fighting]
Girl: Guys, stop! Guys, stop it! Guys, stop! Just stop, please! Stop!
Amos: Just go!
[Jack and Auggie run for the beach]
Jack Will: Oh, man! Dude! Come on! Let's go! Let's get out!
Auggie: Are you okay?
Jack: Uh...
Auggie: Dude, you're bleeding.
[A rustling sound is heard coming from the woods nearby]
Jack Will: What was that? Something's coming. Amos?
Amos: Jack!
Jack Will: Over here!
Auggie: Amos, come on!
[Amos, Miles and Henry run down to the beach]
Jack Will: They follow you?
Amos: I think we lost 'em.
Henry: Whoa!
Jack Will: How did you guys know we needed help?
Amos: We saw them follow you out of the lodge.
Henry: I think they were seventh graders. They were huge.
Jack Will: Thanks, guys. You totally saved our butts.
Auggie: Yeah, thanks, guys.
Amos: [turns and looks at Auggie] You know, it was cool how you stood your ground, little dude. [claps Auggie on the shoulder]

Isabel: How are you?
Auggie: Good. And guess what? I got in a fight. [shows his grazed elbow]
Isabel: Oh, my God, you're bleeding! Are you okay?
Nate: What happened?
Isabel: Auggie got in a fight.
Nate: That's terrible, I'm sorry. [pause] Did you win?
Isabel: Nate!

Jack Will: Have you ever considered plastic surgery?
Auggie: [laughs] Dude, this is after plastic surgery. [runs his hand through his hair] It takes a lot to look this good.

[Mr. Tushman, the head of Beecher Prep School, is meeting with Julian and his parents. Julian wrote "Do everyone a favor and die!" to Auggie on the back of a recent class picture.]
Mr. Albans: You wrote that, Julian?
Julian Albans: Yes, sir.
Mr. Tushman: That one note was on the back of a class photo. [turns the picture over to show the front] Your son photoshopped Auggie out of it. [the picture shows Auggie was indeed photoshopped out of it, replaced with the words "No freaks allowed!"]
Mrs. Albans: No. [clears throat] No, he didn't. I did. Of course, I didn't think that he would bring it to school, but when our friends come over and they see that picture, I want them to ask about our son, not the Pullman's.
Mr. Tushman: Mrs. Albans, when we pressed Auggie, he showed us these other notes...that your son left in his locker, and, and his desk and...chair. [shows other hurtful notes and hurtful drawings of Auggie]
Mrs. Albans: Okay, look. If no one else is gonna have the courage to say it, then I guess I will. These kids are too young to be dealing with this sort of thing. Julian has had nightmares because of that kid.
Mr. Albans: Sarah--
Mrs. Albans: [to Mr. Tushman] Did you know that? We had to take him to a child psychologist to help him deal with his night terrors.
Mr. Tushman: [calmly] It's just a two-day suspension. [to Julian] You'll stay home from the Nature Preserve trip. That's all.
Mrs. Albans: [in disbelief] Two days for a couple of notes from a kid? After all the money that we have poured into this school?
Mr. Alban: [threateningly; thinking he and Sarah would win] We have a lot of friends on the school board, Mr. Tushman.
Mr. Tushman: [unfazed] Oh. [exhales; rightfully shoots down the empty threat] Well, I have more.
Mrs. Albans: [rhetorically] So, what would you have us do? Bend over backwards for every single person in the world? Nobody can get their feelings hurt, ever? [scoffs] You are not doing these kids any favors.
Mr. Tushman: [sighs] Mrs. Albans, Auggie can't change the way he looks. So, maybe we can change the way we see. [looks pointedly at Julian, who feels like he's gonna cry]
Mrs. Albans: [sarcastically] Yes. I will be sure to tell that to the real world. Thank you for this. We won't be back in the fall.
Julian: [shocked; pleading] Mom, I like this school. M-Mom-- I have friends, Dad.
Mr. Albans: Let's go, Julian.
Mrs. Albans: Come on.
[Julian's parents walk out; Julian reluctantly walks out, but he turns back in the doorway]
Julian: [remorsefully] Mr. Tushman? I'm really sorry.
Mr. Tushman: [knowing that Julian's apology is genuine; sympathetically] I know you are, Julian.