Making the impossible, possible
But within seconds the sky darkens, and the devastating Indian Ocean tsunami of 2004 churns up the landscape like an electric mixer.
Now Watts is bloodied and bobbing in a rush of water, clinging to a tree, hand extended in the chaos to her battered adolescent son. Ahh — that’s more like it. You expect harrowing from Naomi Watts, not lounging by the pool.
Her characters are often bruised, writhing, breaking or broken, sometimes emotionally, sometimes literally. In 21 Grams, she’s a drug-addled widow. In Funny Games, she battles preppy psychopaths attacking her family. In The Ring, a waterlogged demon child slimes her. King Kong is hardly a rom-com.
Even Nicole Kidman, Watts’s good friend and perhaps the only working actress of their generation who lands as many substantial lead roles, has a Bewitched or two on her resume. A rare patch of professional lightness for Watts in the last decade is the Merchant-Ivory film Le Divorce.
“These are stories worth telling, stories that live beyond the moment,” she said recently in a hotel room during the Toronto International Film Festival. “I’m thankful that I’m in a position where I can work with directors with intense vision and passion.”
In person, Watts, 44, small and pretty, exudes a fluttering, warm energy. With her shoes kicked off and her bare feet tucked under her on the sofa, there was no sign of the signature toughness.
“I’m afraid of everything,” she said laughing. “I fear for my kids’ safety all the time. One of the most ridiculous things I fear — why did I choose this profession? — is judgment. But I try to identify my fears, so I can move through them.”
She said this was part of her attraction to The Impossible, a disaster film that digs into parents’ primal anxiety: separation from their children. It’s based on a true story about a vacationing Spanish family (British in the film) searching for one another in the days after the tsunami.
Certainly Watts has experienced the critical and commercial sides of success. She earned an Oscar nomination for 21 Grams. And in 2009, Forbes listed her as the actress who gives producers the best return on the dollar. But Watts says that she is rarely recognised, unless she leaves her Manhattan home with the actor Liev Schreiber, her partner and father of her two sons.
Her insider-outsider status is part of what made Bayona court her for the role of Maria Belon, the determined mother at the centre of The Impossible. Bayona, a Spanish director whose only other feature is The Orphanage, said he had pictured Watts in the lead from the early stages of development. “I see her as far away from the Hollywood atmosphere,” he said. “She’s more of an independent actress. I was looking for that intimacy.”
He continued: “She goes to the limits and beyond, which is why she works well with Latin directors,” like Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu of 21 Grams, “We’re as intense as she is.”
But the film depicts a white family in crisis and so could be accused of a kind of cinematic imperialism. Watts nodded. “Oh, I know,” she said. “But 50 per cent of the people that died in Thailand were tourists. This is just this family’s story, just one story in a much bigger story.”
Ewan McGregor plays Watts’s husband in The Impossible. The pair also worked together in the little-seen 2005 film Stay, and have an easy rapport. They improvised much of the couple’s pre-tsunami dialogue. “There’s something very straightforward with Naomi,” McGregor said. “She doesn’t play any games.”
About The Impossible, he said: “From eight minutes into it, she’s injured and in shock, and stays that way. I’ve seen it two-and-a-half times, and I still wonder how she managed to weave such variety and shade into something that could have been a one-note performance — fright and pain.”
Yet, for many years, the calibre of Watts’s work didn’t matter. She was just one of the hordes of marginal actors slogging away in commercials and in small parts in films like Children of the Corn IV. She said she remembered auditioning for a famous director whom she won’t name, and noticing he had fallen asleep.
When David Lynch saw Watts’s photo in a stack of head shots during casting for his 2001 psychosexual-house-of-mirrors drama Mulholland Drive, he was struck by her eyes, he said in a phone interview. She got the lead, and the film was a sensation at Cannes.
Watts was 32. “She has a face that can be both beautiful and ugly and all that’s in between,” Lynch said. “The No 1 thing she has is intelligence, a savvy about people and life. She beat the bushes for years, so she is a star, but she doesn’t get that ego-trip thing.”
Watts was born in the small town of Shoreham, in southeast England. Taking her mother’s lead, she appeared in community theatre productions from the age of four of five. Watts’s parents split when she was four, and she was seven when her father, a road manager for Pink Floyd, died, reportedly of a drug overdose.
“I don’t really talk about it,” she said. Yet she returned obliquely to his death often, mentioning that her greatest fear for her young sons is that they’ll lose a parent. And when she talked about an early role, in the 1991 film Flirting with Kidman, she described falling in love with the camaraderie of a movie set as much as the acting.
“I guess what I’m trying to do in everything is re-create that family experience that perhaps I missed out on with the missing parent,” she said. “Maybe that’s why I’m here doing what I do, and telling these kinds of stories.”
Kidman sees Watts’s on-screen intensity as distinct from her off-screen self, a mimic who cracks up dinner parties. “It would be amazing to see her tap into that comedian side,” Kidman wrote, adding that they are looking for a project to do together. “She’s in the vein of Carole Lombard when you see her do that wild comedy.”
Comedy could happen: Watts is the rare actress who seems to be finding better parts as she ages. “The roles are more interesting, because I’m playing women who have lived through experiences,” she said. “I’m no longer the cute thing on somebody’s arm.”
But actors age under the scrutiny of the camera, and in public view. In person, Watts’s face appeared both youthful and appropriately lined, moving in the places a face should.
“We all have a bit of vanity, but I’m here to be part of a storytelling experience,” she said, “and if I were to do something drastic to my face, I’m only going to destroy that. The sense of truth would be destroyed.”
After the Toronto festival, Watts was headed to England and Mozambique to complete Diana, a film about the final years of Diana, Princess of Wales. The key to her performance, Watts said, was in the eyes.
Playing a person who exists in the imagination of the entire world is a different kind of harrowing from a tsunami, but Watts is eager to stare down yet another fear.
“I just feel protected by my work somehow,” she said. “I feel it’s my way to express myself. I’m not very good at it, or at ease with it in my life. I don’t know why. I feel safer telling it through the story of someone else.”