Playwright Doug Wright

He had a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, and he had on these really intense aviator shades and his hair was all tousled and he was like, ‘Hey, dude.’ Then he walked onto the sound stage, and the cigarette gets stamped out and the glasses come off and someone runs a comb through his hair, and the guy is suddenly an early-nineteenth-century-priest. It was the most transformative moment — it took my breath away. Joaquin is someone who could slide by you in the hallway, but aim a lens at him and he becomes thirty feet tall. Joaquin is genuine, with access to absolutely volcanic emotion places in his soul. —

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