The first time was like being parachuted into a very well-formed movie family. Starting with the curiosity and instinct of Pablo Larraín, they all made me feel part of a creative group that needed an “outsider” to jam with them on No. This time, with Neruda, the family – still cinematic, orgiastic, swarming, and highly professional – came together to make this new carnival inspired by Neruda’s works. I only speak of his work, because in the life of a poet of such dimensions, the works are his life’s creation. We navigate upon that strange and human ocean. Pablo Larraín is a director who knows most of us really well, and I must add, this is a really likeable and supremely talented group. So often, he watched us take incredible risks on the set and, sometimes, getting totally fed up in the editing rooms. For that reason, and because of the friendships we all formed on and off the set, he came to measure our potential. Thanks to our director’s sensitivity and daring, we were able to really delve into this film of epic proportions–Trans-Andean, with snowy fields and persecutions–focused on the subtlest and most sublime aspect, the poetry. Without a doubt, there are very few directors with the courage and the talent to dive under the deep snowfall of creation. We always expect it to be cold inside. Pablo Larraín always seems to come up with another dimension of what appeared so impenetrable.
How did you approach this character, the tracker who melds with his prey, who needs his prey as his prey needs him?
I’m more certain that when a question is interesting, dangerous and keen, the body is the first to respond. It’s from the body –or through characterisation, to put it in more professional terms– that Peluchonneau took shape. The desire to be a “great policemen” though he’s a bastard, the film noir character with no past and no future, the policeman who can sleep standing up, the character who is always dressed the same, that character with one eye half closed and who doesn’t observe the conventions of “Hello, how are you?” and customary answers. Together with Pablo Larraín we discussed the character extensively and you could say that this body took on its soul at the moment we decided that the character would be the son of a prostitute. The pariah, or the exile returns, to make a name or identity for himself by measuring himself against a creator of living moments like Neruda.
What does a policeman do in order to hate a poet? He’s fascinated by him. The archetype of the post-war conservative, specifically one who has accepted defeat with profound resentment, with all his insecurities on the surface, was key to finding Peluchonneau’s imaginative spark.
How does this film fit with current cinematic trends?