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The Mysterious Vision of Jeff Nichols, Hollywood’s Next Blockbuster Auteur
JEFF NICHOLS SAT in the dark, listening. It was 2015, just after New Year’s, and the writer-director was completing a mix inside a cavernous dubbing stage on the Warner Bros. lot in Burbank, California. Nichols and his team were in the process of weaving hundreds of tracks of dialog, music, and sound effects to create the aural backdrop for his fourth film, a sci-fi thriller called Midnight Special. An explosion was “too wonky,” the music “a little too hot.” Moviegoers can only truly register so many elements at once, Nichols said. “You don’t want to highlight the way it’s put together. You want it to be experiential. Moving.”
If you had to choose two adjectives to describe Nichols’ earlier three films, you could do worse than experiential and moving. His debut, 2007’s Shotgun Stories, was a revenge story filled with foreboding. His next film, 2011’s Take Shelter, was a paranoid, apocalyptic tale that explored what a man will do to protect the ones he loves. Then came Mud, in 2012, a coming-of-age story built around two boys’ discovery of a fugitive (Matthew McConaughey) living on an island in the middle of the Mississippi River.
All three films had been acclaimed but, as Nichols acknowledged, “underseen.” He had resolved not to let this happen again, which is why he was here, in this tricked-out dubbing stage—the same one, the Arkansas native delighted in pointing out, where another one-time indie darling, Christopher Nolan, had mixed his 2014 blockbuster Interstellar. If Nichols had anything to say about it, Midnight Special would do better than any of his other movies and be a stepping-stone to something even bigger. To experiential and moving, Nichols wanted to add blockbusting.
A few more tweaks and Nichols announced it was time for a break. Blinking as we stepped into the bright LA sunshine, we headed for the studio’s commissary. We took our burgers to a picnic table outside, and as soon as we sat down, Nichols’ usually voluble Little Rock twang dropped to a whisper. “Wow!” he hissed, his eyes locked on a gray-haired, lanky guy about 100 feet away. “There’s Clint Eastwood! Right there!” I looked, and, yep, there he was.
If you had to choose two adjectives to describe Nichols’ earlier three films, you could do worse than experiential and moving. His debut, 2007’s Shotgun Stories, was a revenge story filled with foreboding. His next film, 2011’s Take Shelter, was a paranoid, apocalyptic tale that explored what a man will do to protect the ones he loves. Then came Mud, in 2012, a coming-of-age story built around two boys’ discovery of a fugitive (Matthew McConaughey) living on an island in the middle of the Mississippi River.
All three films had been acclaimed but, as Nichols acknowledged, “underseen.” He had resolved not to let this happen again, which is why he was here, in this tricked-out dubbing stage—the same one, the Arkansas native delighted in pointing out, where another one-time indie darling, Christopher Nolan, had mixed his 2014 blockbuster Interstellar. If Nichols had anything to say about it, Midnight Special would do better than any of his other movies and be a stepping-stone to something even bigger. To experiential and moving, Nichols wanted to add blockbusting.
A few more tweaks and Nichols announced it was time for a break. Blinking as we stepped into the bright LA sunshine, we headed for the studio’s commissary. We took our burgers to a picnic table outside, and as soon as we sat down, Nichols’ usually voluble Little Rock twang dropped to a whisper. “Wow!” he hissed, his eyes locked on a gray-haired, lanky guy about 100 feet away. “There’s Clint Eastwood! Right there!” I looked, and, yep, there he was.
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http://www.wired.com/2016/03/jeff-nichols-midnight-special/