Out of Time: Sam Shepard in Days of Heaven
When playwright and actor Sam Shepard passed away last July at the age of seventy-three, his dear friend Patti Smith wrote a heart-wrenching remembrance of him for the New Yorker. In it, she mentioned a pair of tattoos they got in the seventies: a lightning bolt on her knee, and a crescent moon resting between his thumb and forefinger. A few days after his passing, I found myself revisiting Terrence Malick’s 1978 masterpiece Days of Heaven. About a quarter of the way, my breath was taken by a moment in which Shepard’s character—an ailing, wealthy man simply referred to as “the farmer”—sits on a log in the woods with his soon-to-be wife, Abbey (Brooke Adams). He tells her he loves her, places his hand on hers, and there it is, thin as a wisp and gone in an instant, that sly crescent moon.
The uncanniness of that glimpse reflects the mystery and delicacy of his performance. The first time we see him on-screen, it’s from afar. He’s standing in front of his mansion, a stately Victorian house on a tawny, grain-covered hill overlooking his miles of land. Bathed in an incandescent afternoon glow, it’s a scene reminiscent of Edward Hopper’s House by the Railroad and Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World. Shepard’s long, lean figure haunts the frame, and as the camera moves closer to him we see he’s neatly dressed in slacks and suspenders, eating an apple. Still yards away, we hear its crunch. Standing on his porch, he’s at a distance from the mass of workers descending on his fields, in an entirely different world.
Throughout the film, Shepard lingers somewhere outside of its center of gravity. Set at the turn of the twentieth century, Days of Heaven is primarily focused on the relationship between a Chicago steelworker named Bill (Richard Gere), who has accidentally killed his supervisor, and his girlfriend, Abbey. With his little sister Linda (Linda Manz), the couple flee to the Texas panhandle, where they find work in the wheat fields owned by Shepard’s farmer, who, it turns out, is fatally ill. Soon, Abbey must choose between her beloved partner-in-crime and the new man who has given her a life she never dreamed of.
“It’s the way that Shepard manages to merge his natural charm and earthy sensuality with the character’s ethereal nature that makes him so enchanting to watch.”
Malick’s dialogue is sparse and the character is shy, so Shepard does much of his acting through facial expressions, which are so subtle they barely feel like acting. His penetrating gaze seems to look beyond the camera. Like a silent film star, he can speak volumes without as much as a word. From certain angles he almost resembles a hawk—perched above the world, curious, but reticent to fly down and engage with those living beneath him. When he does speak, we hear the innocence of his voice, the near childlike sweetness in his slight twang, all hard r’s and soft vowels—an idiosyncratic accent adopted from his upbringing in rural California and the Midwest. He speaks simply, clearly, with intent and earnest curiosity.
It’s interesting that Shepard made his screen breakthrough as a man whose social status isolates him from the struggles that make everyone else human, considering the actor would later come to be known for his emotionally visceral, rough-tongued characters—a reputation that echoed his own tumultuous upbringing at the hands of a violent father, who was a bomber in World War II. After escaping his family home as a teenager, Shepard had delivered newspapers in his ’51 Chevy before getting his ticket out of town when he joined the cast of a religious touring theater troupe that eventually brought him to New York. It was there that he began to discover his voice as a writer, emerging as a major talent in the early sixties and bringing ferocity to the off-off-Broadway scene with his Obie Award–winning plays La turista, The Tooth of Crime, and Icarus’s Mother.
By 1968 he’d worked with Michelangelo Antonioni on the script for Zabriskie Point, toured as a drummer for the Holy Modal Rounders, married O-Lan Jones, and had his first child. After several productive years focused on writing, Shepard had moved his family to a horse-boarding ranch in Mill Valley, California, called the Flying Y. So when Malick first visited him in the mid-seventies, acting was the furthest thing from his mind. Wanting him to play the part of the farmer, Malick met him out there, and Shepard was charmed by the director’s shyness. The two talked for hours about the script without ever actually looking at it. It was the idea of finally having some money—and perhaps never having to apply for grants or write plays on commission—that ultimately spurred Shepard to head up to Alberta, Canada, and shoot the film. “There are these monumental turning points in a life that cannot be denied,” Shepard later wrote in a letter to his friend Johnny Dark. “The decision to do Days of Heaven was one of those moments where the consequences (good and bad) keep ringing out until you die.”
Shepard’s character seems to exist out of time—until he falls in love with Abbey. When he meets her, it’s as if he’s never spoken to a woman before, and perhaps he hasn’t, at least not with such intimacy and desire. Like many of Shepard’s men, the farmer feels like a relic from an earlier age. But where his other characters are marked by a world-weary disillusion, the farmer is striking for his innocence. And it’s the way that Shepard manages to merge his natural charm and earthy sensuality with the character’s ethereal nature that makes him so enchanting to watch.
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