Chuck wakes up in his rescue raft, looking almost comical in his winter attire on a stunning tropical island, as if he accidentally fell into a commercial for the Caribbean. His actions from here on out are so methodical and sensible that one can't help but be in awe of what he does. Following numerous failed attempts at opening coconuts, Chuck is able to devise an effective strategy to obtain sustenance. Personally, I doubt I would have been able to crack one. I kept hoping one would contain a cell phone.
Chuck pulls through adversity after adversity.
I know I'd give up. Not only about how I need to join the Boy Scouts or something to learn how to start a fire, but also about the tenacity of spirit. Without the human interaction necessary for survival, Chuck gives a face and an identity to one of the packages, a volleyball he names Wilson. Their relationship is fascinating. He makes up a voice for Wilson in his head and the two converse accordingly.