GQ: And how did you actually film those Martian jumps?
Taylor Kitsch: We're on some dry lake bed in the middle of nowhere in Utah. We had two cranes about maybe 500 feet apart. I was doing 60-foot jumps on that wire. No one knows this story either. But Stanton and I were living at base camp, on this dry lake bed. The rest of the crew wasn't. It's like, "Oh ****, man—this sounds like a sweet idea. When else would you ever get to do that?" Oh my God, big mistake, man. Huge mistake.
GQ: Why?
Taylor Kitsch: Well, there's nice trailers: a 40-inch TV in your trailer, a bed, a full shower. You're like, "**** man, I'm living the dream." And once you get wrapped, you're home. There's not one or two hours of travel, like the rest of the crew. One night, I'm not upset, but the shower is basically pissing on you and it's ice cold. You're like, "Whatever, I'm just going to throw in a movie." No electricity. And you're on this lake bed, so there's nothing really stopping the wind. 80-mile-an-hour winds. In the dark. What are you going to do? I had a cold one. Then there's this screaming wind an I'm bracing myself because it feels like the whole trailer is going to be chucked up in the air: Oh my god, oh my god. Then I go to the middle of the trailer because I think maybe that's the safest spot and I end up sleeping on the couch, maybe an hour, tops. The next morning, Stanton looks terrible too. We had the exact same experience. He got up, moved to the middle of the trailer, had a Corona, didn't sleep.