[on
shooting The
Hurt Locker (2008) in the unbearable heat of Jordan] We were
already pushed to the limits. People wanted to quit. All the
departments were struggling to get their jobs done, none of them were
communicating. There was a lot of fighting going on. The heat does
something to your brain, and on top of that I was in this bomb suit and
I had explosive diarrhoea, so I was like: 'Get this thing off me!' I
wanted to punch people. You could not pay me enough money to do it
again.
[2009,
on his love of music] I started as a young man, as a drummer, then
moved to guitar, and piano so I could song-write. I was always a
singer. But I was always focused on being an actor as my trade. Music I
do just for me. The movie business is very difficult but the music
business is just impossible. So I'll play in bands and record and play
songs with other people, but for me it's a form of expression that all
I need is me. I don't need cameras or agents, I can just have a piano
and sing and feel totally verified...I'm actually looking to do a
project where I could really try to explore that a little bit more in
cinema, a rock star or something. I'd really, really love to do that.
[on Wind River]We are blessed
and lucky that is something topical; it bodes well for our movie but
that is not what we intended. This is a character drama on a
reservation and about a community on that reservation
Drifting back to the ocean like it never even happened unraveled dreams washed clean crystalline renaissance
bestowed by wind mountain spring
waters rising from the heart of mother earth
A remnant light glows deeply of one love's untamed wonders an unfastened feather glides
abandoned rushing waters floating alighting pilgrim blissfully
sails on stranded without wings a fallen wild feather free
as bird wanting a place to be let
free
Sun in the summer air wind in buoyant feathered
hair softly dancing upon wild river restless ripples to feel the love of holding
on adrift asunder whence it
touched on destiny's far-reaching journey yonder holding onto flowing rivers rolling towards the sea
The incoming tidal waters
blossom surge to greet wind river's
gentle saunter converging slackening
passage salt on feral feathered
fragments arousing currents babbling
swirl imbibed by the impassioned
sea
Wild rivers' born intentions
a different kind of drifting
passage to kiss the distant horizon where the sown sunlight
settles submerged in shoreless ocean
waters
to be free all at sea at last
I'd like to tell you it gets
easier, but it doesn't. If there's a comfort, you get used to the pain
if you let yourself, I went to a grief seminar in Casper. Don't know
why, just, It hurt so much, I was searching for anything that could
make it go away That's what I wanted this seminar to do, make it go
away. The instructor come up to me after the seminar was over, sat
beside me and said, "I got good news and bad news. Bad news is you'll
never be the same. You'll never be whole. Ever. What was taken from you
can't be replaced. You're daughter's gone. Now the good news, as soon
as you accept that, as soon as you let yourself suffer, allow yourself
to grieve, You'll be able to visit her in your mind, and remember all
the joy she gave you. All the love she knew. Right now, you don't even
have that, do you?" He said, "that's what not accepting this will rob
from you". If you shy from the pain of it, then you rob yourself of
every memory of her, my friend. Every one. From her first step to her
last smile. You'll kill 'em all. Take the pain, Take the pain, Martin.
It's the only way to keep her with you. (Wind River) “I think it’s because I
caught fame later on in life when I already had a really good sense of
who I am and what I’ll always be,” he says. “I’m still the same dude
that grew up in a small town on a farm. Life gets complicated, and I
work hard to stay true to myself.”
