Antonio Banderas is surprisingly quiet. Sometimes when he speaks his voice is just below whatever the ambiance is in the room. Every now and then, when properly worked up, the emphatic ham of many of his movies bursts out, before slipping back again. He can get pretty passionate about “The 33,” though, the movie about the 2010 Chilean mining disaster, in which a mine collapse stranded its entire staff miles below the surface for 69 days, a third of that with zero way of contacting the outside world. He plays “Super” Mario Sepulveda, the energetic one who wound up becoming the closest to a de facto leader and the one who appeared the most in the videos made from the mine while they were awaiting their escape.
It’s incredible to think you were shooting in real mines.
We were using two different mines. One was more impressive than the other, bigger. The problem there was it was more gassy. There was a lot more methane gas. It was more dangerous, especially if you’re using electricity. It could cause explosions. We started smoking in the mine, until the technicians came up to us and threw a fit. “You f—ers, you smoke one more cigarette, everyone’s out, the entire production is out! You go to Los Angeles to smoke!” It was unbelievably dangerous, since the whole place could just go poof!
It’s not the same thing by a close shot, but shooting so long in a real mine must eventually make it easier to get somewhat into the miners’ mindset.
Little by little it started catching up to us mentally. It was uncomfortable — but at the end it pays off. It gave lot of realism to the scenes, because what you see is what it was. It was a beautiful experience, actually, now that I think in retrospect. Tough but beautiful. Everything that is beautiful doesn’t have to be comfortable.
This wasn’t a case where you could end a long day in a mine by going back to a swanky hotel and nursing brandy. You were in the middle of nowhere, staying in a nearby, cheap hotel.
It actually worked out perfectly for the movie. We were all pissed off. We were all pissed off at the hotel. The food was horrendous. Not only was it horrendous it was always the same. The exact same thing one day after another — rice with chicken, every single day. Then there were cold showers, and, sometimes, no showers. At 5:30 you’d hear everyone in the hotel screaming and cursing: “Godd—mit! This room is s—! There’s no water!” When we left in the morning it was dark; when we got out of the mine it was dark. Total darkness all the time. [Laughs] But eventually we just had to laugh at it.