FOR JEN, WHOM I LOVE MORE DEEPLY
WITH EVERY PASSING YEAR
CONTENTS
I t ends outside a nightclub called the Viper Room, on a Hollywood sidewalk. The young man convulsing on the pavement is named River Phoenix. His brother is on a nearby pay phone, pleading with a 911 operator. His sister is lying on top of his body, trying to stop him from injuring himself as his muscles twitch and his limbs flail against the concrete. River Phoenix has overdosed on a speedball of heroin and cocaine, and has only minutes to live.
It begins twenty-three years earlier, on a peppermint farm. A young woman from New York City had quit her secretarial job, become a hippie, and wandered all the way to Oregon. Now, in a small house with an upside-down horseshoe over the front door, she is in labor, trying to push another life into the world. She declines medical professionals, drugs, a drive to the nearest hospitalbut she is surrounded by friends. And when, at last, her first child is born, the infants arrival on planet Earth is greeted with the sound of applause.
Between applause and agony, between the farm and the Viper Room, between peppermint and heroin, there hangs a life: the twenty-three years of River Phoenix. Documenting Rivers time on earth are fourteen feature films, one season of a TV show, and a handful of commercials, including spots for cars and cranberry juice. The movies range from excellent to unwatchable; one of them ( Running on Empty ) yielded an Oscar nomination for River and two others ( Stand by Me, My Own Private Idaho ) are generally considered classics.
As an IMDb page, its not a huge ledger: a legacy of steady work over a decade as River grew from an adorable tyke with a bowl haircut into a strikingly handsome young man. But River had impact that far exceeded the number of films he made; he seemed like he had the chance to be the brightest light of his generation. Not long after his death, Brad Pitt mused, I think he was the best. Is. Was. Is the best of the young guys. Im not just saying that nowI said that before he died. He had something I dont understand.
Ethan Hawke said, River was one of those people that had that strange magic glow around them; he could drive you crazy, or make you fall in love with him, sometimes in the same minute.
Even considering that he was an actor, River had a remarkable number of identities in his short life: Child star. Pinup. Proselytizing Christian. Icon to gay men. Street performer. Drug user. Vegan. Singer/songwriter. Rain forest activist. Hollywood scenester. Oscar nominee. These were skins he lived in, or masks he wore for a while. Depending on your point of view, the number of them meant that he had a life full of lies and contradictions, or that he compartmentalized the different aspects of his existence with remarkable successor that, like many twenty-three-year-olds, he was still discovering who he was, trying on different identities and figuring out how they connected to his fundamental self.
The people who knew him, in whatever context, agreed on one thing, even if they fumbled for the vocabulary to describe itRiver had a special quality, they said. Some called it a spark, some called it a light, some called it a soul.
He was the kind of guy, said one friend, that if you walked outside and it was snowing, you knew the first thing on his mind was making a snowball.
River loved to embrace friends in massive bear hugs, sometimes surprising them by lunging at them from behind. But if somebody hugged him, hed quickly squirm away. He wanted any embraces to be on his terms.
Dermot Mulroney, who acted in two movies with River, thought that Rivers lazy right eye expressed a fundamental dichotomy in his spirit. He said, His eyes made him the focus of energy in every scene, the centrifugal force so strong you didnt even try to duel him for control. The off-center eye read as madness, and the other read pure sanity. In a close-up, from one side he was the guy next door, and from the other he was absolutely insane.
Cinematographer Bobby Bukowski spent weeks filming River for the movie Dogfight . He vividly remembered their initial encounter: He had very long hair and he struck meas he came out of an elevatoras an angel, some kind of supernatural being. An angel could be Gabriel, but an angel could be Lucifer too. He would as readily delve into the deep, dark recesses as he would fly up to the lofty, illuminated places.
On October 30, 1993, actress Patricia Arquettethen best known for True Romance was at home with her younger brother Richmond, who was staying with her. When he asked her who she most wanted to work with, she said River Phoenix. The next morning, Richmond was woken up by Patricia, who tearfully told him the news: while they were sleeping, River had died on the Sunset Strip. The world had changed overnight, and its possibilities had diminished.
THE VIPER ROOM WAS A small club: a black box with a stage in the corner. It could hold a couple of hundred people comfortablymore if the fire marshal didnt pay a visit. But it had the highest celebrity quotient this side of a red carpet, because Johnny Depp was an owner. In the Viper Room on the night of October 30, 1993 (and the early morning of the next day), people in attendance included River; his girlfriend, Samantha Mathis; his sister, Rain; his brother, Joaquin; John Frusciante of the Red Hot Chili Peppers; Christina Applegate of Married... with Children; and Depp himself, who was playing with his band P, which also included Flea of the Chili Peppers, Al Jourgensen of Ministry, Benmont Tench of Tom Pettys band, and Gibby Haynes of the Butthole Surfers. One of their songs that night was about going to parties in the Hollywood Hillsit name-checked Michael Stipe, Sofia Coppola, and River Phoenix. River had never heard it, and never would.
When Depp walked off the Viper Room stage, a bouncer told him that a friend of Fleas was having a medical situation on the sidewalk. Depp stepped out of the clubs back door and surveyed the scene: paramedics treating a young man he didnt recognize, surrounded by a cluster of onlookers in Halloween costumes. Late that night, Depp found out that the young man had been River, and that he had died.
Depp and Phoenix had met, but they werent close. On a professional level, Depp admired Phoenixs work; there was a specific road he was on that I respected, he said. He recognized a fellow performer eager to get off the Hollywood highway and hack through the undergrowth.
Depp reflected, The guy was having a good time but he made a big mistake and now hes not here. He doesnt breathe anymore and his mom doesnt get to see him anymore. Depp struggled for words. The thing is, he came with his guitar to the club. You could cut me open and vomit in my chest because that kid... what a beautiful thing that he shows up with his girl on one arm and his guitar on the other. He came to play and he didnt think he was going to die nobody thinks theyre going to die . He wanted to have a good time. Its dangerous. But thats the thing that breaks my heart, first that he died, but also that he showed up with his guitar, you know? Thats not an unhappy kid.
Years later, actress Samantha Mathis (his girl) said, It was completely shattering. It was hard to conceive of your mortality at that age. Its really strange now, to think that Im not twenty-three, and hell always be twenty-three.
In 1980s Hollywood, Tom Cruise and Michael J. Fox drew the show-business road map: a relentless path to stardom. At the same time, the Brat Pack demonstrated how fleeting that pursuit could be. In the 1990s, River taught a generation of young actors that there could be a different approach, one that placed greater value on artistic integrity and personal politics. Even today, when a young performer advocates for environmentalism or vegetarianism, its a ghostly echo of Rivers life. His absence got filled by other performersBrad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, his own brother Joaquin. Looking at them, we can see the ectoplasmic outline of what sort of man River might have becomeand looking at him, we can better understand the world he left behind.