Source: C Magazine
Spring 2011 Issue
WRITTEN BY KELSEY MCKINNON
THE ONLY PERSON WHO WOULD ACCUSE ACTOR AARON ECKHART OF TAKING LIFE FOR GRANTED IS HIIMSELF
If I could do it all over again, I’d be a guitarist, songwriter, racecar driver, adventurer. I’d be a great actor, too,” Aaron Eckhart rambles with such conviction you almost start to believe him. The problem is, at 43, the L.A.-based star has already built a citadel career on pillars like Erin Brockovich, The Dark Night, this month’s Battle: Los Angeles and in the fall, he will appear in Johnny Depp’s next Caribbean drama, The Rum Diary. It’s not a case of false modesty, either: “I’m not at all satisfied; I have to do better.”
This sense of persistent unrest defines his charmingly ascetic personality—one that embraces the big picture in an industry prone to triviality. Think Jack London over Jack Sparrow.
Answering his own call of the wild, Eckhart turned to the open road this past December. Embarking on a solo trip to Northern California, he was not far from his hometown of Cupertino, where his father was a computer exec before he moved the family abroad. With his bike and board in tow, Eckhart roamed the coast, pitching a tent wherever Surfline.com was inclined. (This is not unusual; Eckhart took two years off after high school for a surf sabbatical in Hawaii before attending Brigham Young as a film student.)
“I read a great survival book on this trip about a plane crash in the Andes where these men were left on the most impossible journey [Miracle in the Andes by Nando Parrado]. When he’s about to die, he has this epiphany and he realizes that life and death are meaningless,” says Eckhart, who, not surprisingly, has had a few of these moments (both on- and off-screen).
Take Battle: Los Angeles, an alien invasion thriller with special effects that make Independence Day look like an animated flipbook. “At first, I said I wasn’t really interested in doing an alien movie. But then Jonathan [Liebesman] showed me a YouTube video of Marines going into combat in Fallujah and said, ‘This is what our movie is going to look like.’”
Eckhart’s eyes light up as he responds in character: “I’ll do it. I’ll die for you.” After three weeks at a military bootcamp in the swamps of Louisiana as Staff Sergeant Michael Nantz, he was close to it. “We bombed the shit out of that place. It was the greatest time of my life. I wanted to join the Marines, but I’m too old.”
True, the cut-off age is 28, but Eckhart has embraced other forms of active duty. “MMA? Mixed Martial Arts?” No response. He offhandedly explains, “I go out to a park in Malibu with my trainer, I beat him up. Well, he lets me beat him up.” For someone so mild-tempered, full-contact, ultimate fight training may sound unnecessary, but it actually comes in handy for Eckhart’s other hobby: photography.
While filming The Dark Knight in Chicago, he recalls, “I was taking pictures of these kids playing with a fire hydrant when some dude comes over and starts asking me what I’m doing, like he wants to kill me. I told him I was a photographer. Turns out, he gives me his card and wants me to shoot his music video.”
Eckhart retrieves his iPhone and begins narrating: “Here are some delinquents in Puerto Rico…here’s the lesbian parade in N.Y.C…here’s a family in Shanghai. Oh! Want to see a great shot of Molly [Sims, his ex-girlfriend/supermodel]?”
Indeed, Aaron Eckhart is a man’s man: He has a motorcycle, he stands up to thugs, he surfs, he dates supermodels and loves football. But more impressively, he’s the quintessential actor’s actor. In his 10-year-plus career, Eckhart’s artistic range has jumped from a sycophantic ladies’ man (In The Company of Men), to a tobacco lobbyist (Thank You For Smoking, which garnered two Golden Globe nods), to a sinister, two-faced supervillain (The Dark Knight), and everything in between. Nicole Kidman hand-picked him to co-star as her grieving husband in the 2010 drama Rabbit Hole, a small-budget indie that catapulted on the festival circuit. Johnny Depp chose Eckhart for this fall’s The Rum Diary, the Depp-produced and starred adaptation of the Hunter S. Thompson novel.
“I’ve learned the difference between being the number one, two and three. Everybody has to be a whole person in a movie. That’s how movies work; that’s how they get integrity and depth.” As he sits across the table at a Santa Monica coffee shop, people gaze curiously but never with instant recognition. There’s freedom in relative anonymity, yet not the kind of creative freedom of which Eckhart dreams—the kind needed for carte blanche from studios. “Yeah, and I also don’t own my own island, either (referring to Depp’s place in the Bahamas). So, I’d like a little bit more of that please, with fries and a large Coke.”
Maybe it’s not an island, but Eckhart’s new pad overlooking Malibu’s Point Dume is nothing to balk at, nor is his home in Beverly Hills or his sprawling ranch in Santa Barbara. “I guess I have afforded myself some luxuries,” he admits. This would have been considered a breakthrough moment, if it wasn’t so quickly parried, “Well, I’ve only got a few more years left. I figure I’ve got ten more good years in me and then it will be curtains.”
One of Eckhart’s plans before then is to buy an apartment in Paris. He lived there briefly in his late teens. Working with Depp, who lives in Meudon (a suburb of Paris), clearly helped re-inspire the fantasy. He’ll get a taste for it this spring filming the 2013 thriller The Expatriate in Luxembourg, which is a four-hour drive from the French capital.
If it doesn’t happen this time around, there’s always next time. “There better be an afterlife or I’ll be pissed,” he says. “Or, as the French call it, l’au-delà.”