January
21, 2017 (Sundance Film Festival), August 4, 2017 (United States), release
dates
Directed
by Taylor Sheridan
Screenplay
by Taylor Sheridan
Music by
Nick Cave, Warren Ellis
Edited by
Gary D. Roach
Cinematography
by Ben Richardson
Julia Jones as Wilma Lambert
Teo Briones as Casey Lambert
Graham Greene as Ben Shoyo
Elizabeth Olsen as Jane Banner
Gil Birmingham as Martin Hanson,
Natalie’s father
Kelsey Chow as Natalie Hanson
Jon Bernthal as Matt Rayburn
Martin Sensmeier as Chip Hanson,
Natalie’s brother
Tyler Laracca as Frank Walker
Gerald Tokala Clifford as Sam
Littlefeather
James Jordan as Pete Mickens
Eric Lange as Dr. Whitehurst
Ian Bohen as Evan, deputy officer
Hugh Dillon as Curtis
Matthew Del Negro as Dillon
Tantoo Cardinal as Alice Crowheart,
Wilma’s mother
Apesanahkwat as Dan Crowheart,
Wilma’s father
Althea Sam as Annie Hanson,
Natalie’s mother
Distributed
by Acacia Entertainment
Produced
by Tunica-Biloxi Tribe of Louisiana, Savvy Media Holding, Thunder Road
Pictures, Film 44
This is
my second post about Wind River, and this
time I plan to focus on the writing, specifically the poem that is so important
to the film. I could appreciate the beauty of the poetic language the first
time that I saw Wind River. The poem
itself is vital to the structure of the film, but its importance did not really
strike me until I saw the film a second time. It is another reason, besides all
the clues in the visuals, to see Wind
River more than once.
Click
here for my first blog post about Wind
River.
The film
opens with the words “INSPIRED BY ACTUAL EVENTS,” which fade away to a black
screen, and viewers hear a woman’ voice-over reciting two and a half stanzas of
a poem (see the full text of the poem at the end of this post):
There’s a meadow in my perfect world
where wind dances the branches of a tree
casting leopard spots of light across the face of a pond.
The tree stands tall and grand and alone,
[at this
point, the black fades to reveal a woman running across a snowy field at night;
she is crying]
shading the world beneath it.
. . . It is here, in the cradle of all I hold dear,
I guard every memory of you.
And when I find myself frozen in the mind of the real—
far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place,
close mine, and take solace in the simple perfection
of knowing you.
(This blog post about
Wind River contains spoilers.)
About
halfway through the film (at 00:58:37), viewers learn that the poem was
written by Cory Lambert’s daughter Emily before she died, presumably suffering
the same fate as Natalie Hanson, who is the woman running across a field of
snow at the start of the film. Cory keeps a framed and illustrated copy of
Emily’s poem on his wall, in tribute to his daughter. When Jane Banner, the FBI
agent investigating Natalie Hanson’s murder, visits him to discuss their investigation,
she finds the poem and asks about it. Cory tells her, “It’s what got her
[Emily] accepted into the summer writing program at Colorado State.”
Later in
the film, Cory Lambert follows the tracks from the Littlefeathers’ residence to
an outcropping on a mountain, where he can see the oil rig, where Natalie’s
boyfriend Matt Rayburn worked, in the distance.
Shots of Cory Lambert’s tracking are interwoven with shots of Jane
Banner, the federal agent; Ben Shoyo, the tribal police chief; and three tribal
police officers on their way to the oil rig to search Matt Rayburn’s trailer.
On the soundtrack is a male voice whispering several lines from Emily’s poem
and an extra line that was difficult to hear:
Far from your loving eyes,
in a place where winter never comes.
Far from your loving eyes,
all along the wind I run.
Far from your loving eyes,
I return to a place . . .
The
fourth line is beautiful, and I just hope I heard it and transcribed it
correctly. It’s the one line that is not part of Emily’s poem.
The oil
rig is the scene of several acts of violence. It is what Natalie was running
from the night of her death. The poem, written by her best friend Emily
Lambert, seems to guide Emily’s father Cory toward the conclusion of his search
and the conclusion of the investigation in general. The voice-over of some of
the lines made this clear to me because the poem underscores his motivation for
joining the investigation in the first place.
The
writing is exquisite in Wind River.
The fact that the words of Emily’s poem are meaningfully integrated throughout
make the writing even more outstanding. The poem keeps the memory of both Emily
and Natalie alive, and both are vitally important to the story and to Cory
Lambert’s motivation. These two female characters were never very far from
Taylor Sheridan’s thoughts, I would say, as he wrote the screenplay. And he
integrates them into the narrative expertly to keep them in the viewers’
thoughts, too.
Emily
Lambert and Natalie Hanson are important for another reason, which becomes
clear in the last shot of the film. Cory Lambert and Natalie’s father Martin
Hanson sit in the snow in front of Martin’s house. Their backs are to the
camera, and viewers see them at a short distance, as though they are standing
just inside Martin’s front door. Superimposed above the two men are the
following words:
While missing person statistics are compiled for every
other
demographic, none exist for Native American women.
When they
fade, they are replaced by the following:
No one knows how many are missing.
Emily’s
and Natalie’s stories may be fictional, but they are all too common in the
United States. The even greater tragedy is that no one in the U.S. government
is paying attention.
Here is the complete text of Emily
Lambert’s poem from Wind River.
“A Meadow in my Perfect World”
by Emily Lambert
(or Taylor Sheridan? I couldn’t find anything online
to indicate otherwise)
There’s a meadow in my perfect world
where wind dances the branches of a tree
casting leopard spots of light across the face of a pond.
The tree stands tall and grand and alone,
shading the world beneath it.
There will come a day when I rest
against its spine and look out over a valley
where the sun warms, but never burns . . .
I will watch leaves turn
green, then amber, then crimson.
Then no leaves at all . . .
But the tree will not die
For in this place, winter never comes . . .
It is here, in the cradle of all I hold dear,
I guard every memory of you.
And when I find myself frozen in the mind of the real—
far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place,
close mine, and take solace in the simple perfection
of knowing you.
I've tried my best to catch the fourth line and this is what I've got...
ReplyDelete"..all alone in the wind I ran.."
Yours:-
Far from your loving eyes,
in a place where winter never comes.
Far from your loving eyes,
all along the wind I run.
Sabran Hamzah, thank you so much for your contribution. I am repeating the verse with both lines side-by-side here:
DeleteFar from your loving eyes,
in a place where winter never comes.
Far from your loving eyes,
all alone in the wind I ran. | all along the wind I run.
Far from your loving eyes,
I return to a place . . .
Maybe others will also be able to help us clarify the poem's wording. I find the poem haunting and beautiful.
Since you seem to be a person who has put a lot of study into this, I'd like to ask a question. Is the poem in question what is being whispered when Cory is approaching the young woman's body at the beginning and during the oil guy's death scene?
ReplyDeleteIt's been a while since I have seen Wind River, but I think you are right about the placement of the poem in the film. If I recall correctly, not all the verses of the poem were recited each time it is recited. Your question has piqued my curiosity enough to want to see the film again. It's a film worth seeing more than once.
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