THE LONG READ: The Edward Snowden movie nobody wanted became film everybody wants to see

Hollywood director Oliver Stone wanted a hit - and the chance to put America’s most famous dissadent on screen. The subject wanted veto power. The Russian lawyer wanted someone to option the novel he’d written. The American lawyer just wanted the whole insane project to go away. Somehow the film got made.

The summer light was fading to gold near Red Square as Oliver Stone manoeuvred through the lobby bar of a five-star Moscow hotel last year. He walked past the marble staircase and the grand piano to a table in the back. A group of businessmen in suits lingered nearby. Stone grimaced.

“I think we should move,” he said. His producer, Moritz Borman, led the way to another corner. “How’s this?” Borman asked.

Stone didn’t answer. He eyed an older couple slurping soup and kept moving. A moment later, Stone finally settled in by a window, comfortably beyond earshot of the other customers.

Such security precautions had become routine. Ever since Stone decided to make a biopic about Edward Snowden, the American whistleblower currently holed up in Moscow somewhere, the director — who became a Buddhist while making Heaven & Earth and sampled a buffet of psychedelic drugs for The Doors — had gone all method again. On Snowden, he and Borman became so preoccupied with American government surveillance that they had their Los Angeles offices swept for bugs more than once.

The director hadn’t been sleeping well. Principal photography wrapped a month earlier, and now Stone had come to Moscow to film Snowden for the movie’s grand finale. He ordered a decaf coffee and began to lay out the events that led him and Borman to be hanging out in Russian hotels, on the lookout for potential spies.

“Last January, Moritz calls me,” Stone said. “He says: ‘You got a call from this fella who represents Mr Snowden. You’re invited to Moscow’.

“The call had come from Anatoly Kucherena, Snowden’s Russian lawyer. In the course of his career, Kucherena has represented Russian oligarchs, film directors, a few pop singers and a state minister.

In 2012, he campaigned for Vladimir Putin, and soon after Snowden landed in Moscow, Kucherena showed up at Sheremetyevo Airport and offered his services. Then Kucherena wrote a novel about his new client.

Titled Time of the Octopus, it follows a National Security Agency leaker named Joshua Cold who is marooned in the airport and the Russian advocate who liberates him. In January 2014, months before the book was published, Kucherena called Borman to see if Stone might like to make it into a Hollywood movie.

“And I know you from working on, what, three films?” Stone said at the bar. “Five,” Borman said.

At the time, Stone and Borman were barely speaking after a falling-¬out during the making of Savages, a beachy Blake Lively thriller. “We’ve had our fights,” Stone said. “You know, he’s German; I’m American.” He didn’t elaborate.

“He calls, and I go: ‘Oh, [expletive]. Not again,’” Stone continued. It wasn’t just about Borman. Stone wanted nothing to do with another political docudrama. He spent two decades trying to get a biopic about the Rev Dr Martin Luther King Jr off the ground, only to see Selma get made to critical acclaim.

Then there was the My Lai massacre film. Merrill Lynch put up cash, Bruce Willis was set to star and Stone built an entire village in Thailand. As the economy collapsed in 2008, the financing evaporated. “You get these scars, and they don’t go away,” Stone said.

So Stone was sceptical. However, this was Snowden, who single-handedly exposed the colossal scale on which the United States had been surveilling its citizens. Plus, the director needed a hit. After early successes like Platoon and Wall Street, his more recent films didn’t receive the attention he hoped.

The Snowden story had all the ingredients of an epic Stone picture: politics, government conspiracy and, at the centre of it all, an American patriot who had lost faith. If it panned out, it could be Stone’s millennial follow-up to Born on the Fourth of July, the Ron Kovic biopic that won him an Oscar in 1990.

However, first Stone and Borman had to make sure Kucherena was for real. Borman asked the lawyer to send the book and two first-class tickets to Moscow. Both arrived the next day. In case they still had doubts, Kucherena’s office gave Borman a number to call.

On the other end was an employee of the Russian consulate in San Francisco, who turned out to be a big fan of The Life of David Gale, a film Borman produced.

They were issued visas that same week. (Kucherena denies buying first-class tickets for Stone and Borman or helping expedite their visas.) “When that happened,” Borman said, “I thought, okay, I guess Kucherena can pull the strings.”

As real-life narratives go, Snowden’s is a compelling one. His transformation from a shy and pale 20-something — full of the sort of idealism those years can afford — to political dissident made him a hero figure to anti-establishment liberals who are in the business of story- telling.

Raised in a family of federal employees, Snowden grew up near Fort Meade, Maryland. He enlisted in the Army, went to work for the Central Intelligence Agency and became a technology specialist for the National Security Agency (NSA).

By the summer of 2013, he had downloaded thousands of documents, taken off for Hong Kong and asked the journalists Glenn Greenwald and Laura Poitras to meet him there.

The initial revelations were sensational. Not only had the NSA been monitoring the calls, emails and web activity of millions of Americans, but it also had been tapping into the networks of Google, Yahoo and other companies to do so.

The Guardian published the leaks, and Greenwald eventually revealed the identity of his source in a video shot by Poitras. Depending on your feelings about national security, the NSA’s actions were either necessary or unconstitutional. The Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak called Snowden a hero. Secretary of State John Kerry called him a traitor. Donald Trump called for his execution.

As Snowden became a celebrity, a cause and a historical event, the web of people who wanted to take part in it widened. Most had his best interests in mind, but his story also happened to advance agendas that had long needed an appealing spokesperson.

Civil-liberties lawyers wanted to represent him. Activist journalists wanted access to him. Publishers

rushed out books, including The Snowden Files: The Inside Story of the World’s Most Wanted Man, by Luke Harding of The Guardian, and The Snowden Operation: Inside the West’s Greatest Intelligence Disaster, by Edward Lucas of The Economist. Despite promising an inside look, neither writer had ever met Snowden.

Those with intimate knowledge documented the experience, too. In 2014, Greenwald published No Place to Hide: Edward Snowden, the NSA and the US Surveillance State, a dramatic retelling of how Greenwald broke the story. That autumn, Poitras released Citizenfour, a tense and spooky documentary about a modest and intelligent young man who hid under a blanket when typing on his laptop. (It won the 2015 Oscar for best documentary.)

Snowden, meanwhile, ended up in Russia. He had embarked on a trip to Ecuador, but the United States revoked his passport mid-flight, leaving him stranded in Moscow. For Russia, Snowden was like a bird that flew in through an open window — or, as Putin joked, an unwanted Christmas present. However, politically speaking, he could be useful. After enduring the endless lectures from the United States about human rights, the Kremlin could suddenly welcome a man who exposed large-scale American hypocrisy.

Kucherena entered the picture as Snowden’s lifeline, or at least as someone who could help him navigate Russia’s asylum laws. An experienced lawyer, Kucherena was appointed by Putin to the Public Council, overseeing the Federal Security Service (FSB). Snowden’s case presented a new opportunity. It took Kucherena a month to negotiate Snowden’s stay and three months to write Time of the Octopus.

Stone’s first meeting with Kucherena was a disaster. “I thought he was a gruff bear,” Stone told me. The director wanted to meet Snowden, but Kucherena said Snowden wouldn’t meet them until they agreed to option Time of the Octopus. (Kucherena denies this.)

According to Stone and Borman, by the end of a long weekend, they reached a gentlemen’s agreement: Stone would option the novel if Kucherena could provide regular access to his client.

I first spoke to Stone in June 2015, after reading that he was in the midst of shooting a film based on Kucherena’s novel. He said he would be travelling to Moscow again that week to shoot Snowden and agreed to let me tag along. A day later, a peeved Borman called me. “You’ve been disinvited,” he said coolly.

During those 24 hours, we contacted Ben Wizner, Snowden’s lawyer at the American Civil Liberties Union, to arrange an interview with his client. Kucherena may be Snowden’s Russian representative, but in the United States, Wizner runs the show.

Wizner was furious. Not just because Stone had invited a reporter to Moscow, but because of how it all looked: that Snowden was involved in a Hollywood movie and that the whole production was seemingly brokered by a lawyer with ties to the Kremlin. Borman would later tell me that we had waded into the sticky territory of Snowden’s multiple emissaries.

“There are two ways to access him: One is Kucherena and one is Wizner, and it’s completely political,” Borman said. “It’s a political situation that goes way above your head.” When Wizner and I finally got on the phone, he was in damage-control mode. He told me that Snowden wasn’t profiting from Stone’s film in any way. “One hard-and-fast rule Ed always had was, I’m not selling my life rights,” Wizner said.

Snowden’s participation in a Hollywood movie would only fuel the claims of his critics — that he was a narcissist eager to cash in. However, Stone’s film would be seen by millions of people, which meant it could sway public opinion.

“We were choosing between two bad options,” Wizner said. “He could have stubbornly stayed completely at arm’s length and had no input whatsoever. Or he could have some input and compromised the arm’s-length relationship. And I didn’t know how to advise him on that.”

According to Wizner, Snowden met Stone only to make sure that the film told an accurate story. “It’s been us walking this tightrope between clearly not having any formal connection to the project — not deriving any benefit from it — and also not wanting to just be completely helpless and, you know, see what Oliver Stone comes up with,” Wizner said.

Despite some initial discomfort, he was tentatively optimistic. “Maybe it’ll be good,” Wizner added. “You know, Oliver Stone wrote Scarface.” Still, Stone was heading to Moscow to film Snowden for an appearance in the movie, which could be seen as an endorsement. Fact checking is one thing, I said; a cameo is another. “It is, and I’m not entirely comfortable with it,” Wizner said.

Wizner had negotiated veto control over any footage featuring Snowden in the film. After we spoke, the lawyer says he asked Borman to put that in writing. He also reiterated that if Stone took a reporter along, Snowden would not participate. Stone and I eventually reached a compromise: I wouldn’t observe the shoot, but I could still come and meet Kucherena.

A few days later, I met Stone in Moscow. The director, who is 69, has a forward-leaning gait and unruly eyebrows, so that he looks a bit like a bull that is always about to charge.

He emerged from the hotel’s elevator with a pained look on his face. It was drizzling, and Stone’s hair, which is the colour of dark shoe polish, was pointing laterally. “I have some bad news,” he said. “I cannot deliver Anatoly.” He had just seen Snowden, who had been in touch with Wizner and was very upset, Stone said. “Ed said he doesn’t want Anatoly talking to you, and he said that very clearly,” Stone added.

I would spend the next few days camped out at the hotel. When Stone wasn’t shooting, we would meet in the lobby bar as he continued to tell me about the making of his film.

Soon after optioning Kucherena’s novel, Stone had returned to Moscow with his co-writer, Kieran Fitzgerald, a recent University of Texas MFA graduate. Anticipating a homesick Snowden, Fitzgerald hauled over a duffel bag packed with the stuff of Americana dreams: Kraft macaroni and cheese, Jell-O cups, Oreos, Pepperidge Farm cookies, Twizzlers, peanut butter, Spam, an Orioles baseball cap and a pair of Converse sneakers.

“It was like delivering a care package to a kid at summer camp,” Fitzgerald told me. He also slipped in a copy of The Odyssey translated by his grandfather, Robert Fitzgerald.

“I thought it was appropriate, since Ed was on his own kind of odyssey trying to get home.” Snowden and Stone had gotten off to a slow start. Snowden was squeamish about a movie being made about his life. Stone, in turn, said the film would be made with or without him.

Fitzgerald says he played referee. “Oliver can be a bit of battering ram,” Fitzgerald said.

“He’s accustomed to hard men who need to be cracked, but that’s not Edward Snowden. He’s not an alpha-male type. He’s a very sensitive mind. So I was there to say: ‘Everything is going to be okay. He’s a good guy. It’s going to be a good movie.’”

Eventually, Snowden began to open up, answering questions about his childhood; his girlfriend, Lindsay Mills; and what he could about his work for the NSA.

While Fitzgerald returned to Austin to work on the script, Stone set out to plant his flag in the Snowden story. In Hollywood, book options are the equivalent of calling dibs, and Stone had competition.

In May 2014, Sony Pictures optioned Greenwald’s No Place to Hide. By June, Stone had announced that he acquired Kucherena’s book and Harding’s The Snowden Files. The tactic worked. Sony got nervous. “Now what?” Amy Pascal, then Sony’s co-chairwoman, wrote to another executive. (The email would be leaked during the Sony hack.)

Pascal’s colleague reminded her of the case of the dual Steve Jobs biopics — Jobs, with Ashton Kutcher, might have come out first, but it was Steve Jobs, starring Michael Fassbender, that was the better film. Pascal wasn’t convinced.

“Oliver Stone is not Ashton Kutcher,” she responded. She wrote to George Clooney to pique his interest in adapting Greenwald’s book, but Clooney passed. “Stone will do a hatchet job on the movie, but it will still be the film of Snowden,” he said.

For Stone, the impending Sony project was a call to arms. Fitzgerald cranked out a first draft of the script, and that autumn Stone went out to studios with a budget of $50m (€45m) and a release date in December 2015. Each one turned it down, and Stone became convinced that the studios wanted to quash the project because of its controversial subject matter. “This is why corporations owning movie studios is not a good idea,” he said.

While Borman hustled to find independent financing, Stone dove into casting. For the lead, he chose Joseph Gordon-Levitt, the son of liberals from California, and a former child actor who has retained a pleasingly boyish look.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt stars as Edward Snowden in ‘Snowden’ and Edward Snowden, The background to the film on the famous whistleblower was very secretive with Oliver Stone meeting Snowden’s Russian lawyer in Moscow before eventually coaxing Snowden in front of his camera.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt stars as Edward Snowden in ‘Snowden’ and Edward Snowden, The background to the film on the famous whistleblower was very secretive with Oliver Stone meeting Snowden’s Russian lawyer in Moscow before eventually coaxing Snowden in front of his camera.

“There’s an interesting blandness to him in the same way that Jimmy Stewart might’ve been considered bland,” Stone said. “There’s a neutrality there, which allows him to grow on you.” Shailene Woodley was cast to play Lindsay Mills, Zachary Quinto as Greenwald and Melissa Leo as Poitras.

By early 2015, Borman and Stone had racked up several hundred thousand dollars in debt, but the money was still short. The shoot was ultimately delayed three weeks as the producer cobbled together European partners. In the United States, Snowden was picked up by Open Road Films, a small production company that had just put out Jobs — the Kutcher version.

“It was painful that we ended up with this independent distributor,” Stone said.

Borman offered that Open Road was not so independent anymore.

“I’d never heard of it,” Stone said, adding: “I’ve been there before, but not on this level and not at this age. So for me, it was very difficult personally.”

The cover of Time of the Octopus features a blown-up image of Snowden’s face and a globe peeled like an orange to reveal the logo of the CIA. In his author photo, Kucherena indeed looks bearish, with a round face, matted white hair and a cellphone pressed to his right ear — as if he were mid-negotiation.

“The whole truth about the American agent on the run,” the cover boasts. Also: “Oliver Stone is currently shooting a film based on this book.” I had gotten my copy from Stone, who handed it to me with a disclaimer. “Now, it’s easy to take a shot at this,” he said. “You know, it wasn’t the basis of the movie. But it’s fun. I enjoyed reading it.”

According to WikiLeaks, Stone paid $1m for Time of the Octopus, which seemed like a hefty amount to pay for material that Stone admitted he had no plans of using. (That’s the same figure Sony reportedly paid for the rights to Eat, Pray, Love.) “We bought it because we did get good access to Ed,” Stone said. “He had to be brought along.”

We met in the lobby bar again, the day after he filmed Snowden, and Stone was in better spirits. The shoot took place at Kucherena’s dacha. The day went long.

Stone’s idea was to interview Snowden and capture an affecting moment that would give the film its dramatic ending. But the first takes were stiff. “Ed is used to answering questions on a level of intelligence,” Stone said.

“But I was interested in the emotional, which is difficult for him.” Stone ended up doing nine takes. At one point, they took a break and went for a walk around Kucherena’s property. By the end of the day, Stone decided he had gotten Snowden to go as far as he was going to.

“He was co-operative,” Stone said. “He wanted to make it work. But as an actor — he’s not used to that. I mean, he’s not an actor. And I don’t think he became one that day.” To make Snowden more comfortable, Stone worked with a minimal crew. Some were meeting the whistle-blower for the first time and still seemed a bit star-struck.

“Suddenly this little creature comes teetering in — so fragile, so lovely, such a charming, well- behaved, beautiful little man,” the cinematographer, Anthony Dod Mantle, told me.

“He’s like an old soul in a very young body. He’s got fingers like violins.” Filming Snowden reminded Mantle of shooting other men with outsize reputations and slight builds. “It’s like Bono or Al Pacino,” he added.

“Those guys are teeny-weenies. But if you isolate him into a frame, he can be as big as anybody else.”

Mantle shot Danny Boyle’s Slumdog Millionaire and 127 Hours, but Snowden proved to be a special challenge. Convinced that making the film on American soil would be too risky, Stone decided to film in Germany, where Borman was able to score some tax subsidies.

With roughly 140 script pages to shoot in 54 days, the crew sprinted from Munich to Washington, to Hawaii, to Hong Kong, and then back to Munich. Often, Mantle wouldn’t get to see locations before he had to film in them. To cut costs, the suburbs of Munich had to stand in for rural Maryland and Virginia, with German extras cast as Americans. “Thank god the Germans act like Americans,” Stone said.

The production itself resembled a covert operation, with a code name (Sasha had stuck) and elaborate security protocols. Worried that Sasha would be of interest to the NSA, Borman and Stone avoided discussing production details by phone or email — “It was all handwritten notes and long walks in the park,” Borman said — and kept the script on air-gapped computers, ones that have never been connected to the internet.

If it had to be mailed, Borman would mix up the pages into four packages, which he would send with four couriers to four addresses.

“Maybe nobody gave a [expletive],” Borman told me. “Or maybe the NSA is laughing at us like, ‘look at those idiots — of course we copied everything that came through DHL and FedEx!”

For the actors, the frenetic schedule and paranoia on set added to the mood of the production. “Snowden himself was in the midst of a stressful situation, so the fact that our shoot was a little bit that way, I think, helped,” Gordon-Levitt said, before catching himself.

“Making the movie was obviously a walk in the park compared to what he did. But just to have those little emotional touch points can help when you’re acting.” Committed to inhabiting Snowden’s robotic speech pattern, Gordon-Levitt lifted the audio from Citizenfour and played it on repeat while he slept. He also worried that some of the dialogue felt heavy-handed.

“Oliver is very into making his point as he should be. I really admire him for that. But I felt like it was my job to be like, ‘okay, I want to make the point, too, but this is a human being and not just a mouthpiece,” the actor said.

Stone found Gordon-Levitt’s approach too “documentaryish” at times. “I was trying for the dramatic side as much as possible,” Stone said. Fitzgerald was ultimately flown in to the set to execute last-minute rewrites.

By late spring of 2015, Stone was close to wrapping when his mother, Jacqueline Goddet Stone, died at 93. She had called him in Munich, but Stone felt he couldn’t risk leaving.

“To go to LA would have cost us three down days,” Stone told me. “I knew she was going to pass, but I thought I could make it.”

Stone remained on set during the funeral and kept shooting.

Stone’s trip to Moscow to film the real Snowden was the last bit he needed to complete the film. However, he was still worried that the footage would be leaked, that critics would eviscerate it, that Snowden wouldn’t like it.

“I want him to vet it,” he said. He was heading to New York to begin editing and planned to return to Moscow at the end of the summer to show Snowden a rough cut. “Okay, my dear,” Stone said, getting up to leave. “See you in New York.” Then he disappeared for six months.

Before Stone set out to make his film, he had met Snowden’s chief biographers, Greenwald and Poitras. Stone and Greenwald became friendly, and when Greenwald’s book drew interest in Hollywood before it was published, the journalist turned to Stone for advice.

“In the back of my mind, I thought if he had any interest in making a film, that would be a good segue for him to say so,” Greenwald told me.

At the time, Stone wasn’t interested, and Greenwald negotiated the deal with Sony. Stone later came back and offered to match Sony’s bid, but Greenwald declined.

“I think he was a little perturbed,” Greenwald said. Of the principal cast, Zachary Quinto, who plays Greenwald in Stone’s movie, was the only actor who didn’t meet his real-life counterpart as research.

Glenn Greenwald: Guardian journalist met Edward Snowden in Hong Kong in 2013. The initial revelations were sensational. The NSA had been monitoring the calls, emails and web activity of millions of Americans. Above: Zachery Quinto, who plays Greenwald in the Stone film.
Glenn Greenwald: Guardian journalist met Edward Snowden in Hong Kong in 2013. The initial revelations were sensational. The NSA had been monitoring the calls, emails and web activity of millions of Americans. Above: Zachery Quinto, who plays Greenwald in the Stone film.

“I always thought that was a little weird,” Greenwald said. “I think Oliver thought I had some competitive hostility toward his project, or he had some hostility — I’m not really sure.” (According to Stone, Quinto didn’t need to meet Greenwald because there were so many videos of the journalist online.)

In the spring of 2014, Stone flew to Berlin and met with Poitras. The meeting did not go well. According to Poitras, Stone proposed that she delay the release of Citizenfour, which she was then in the middle of editing, to time up with his film.

“Because his film would be the real movie — because it’s a Hollywood movie,” Poitras told me.

“Obviously I wasn’t interested in doing that. To have another filmmaker ask me to delay the release of my film was — well, it was somewhat insulting.” Stone was annoyed, but he stuck around for a few drinks. They discussed new movies, including 12 Years a Slave. As Poitras recalls, Stone found the film too violent, while Poitras thought the brutality was appropriate given the subject matter. Stone was growing increasingly frustrated.

“At some point, he reached over and had his hands around my neck,” Poitras said. “It was sort of in a joking way. I think he was a little bit drunk. But it was not a particularly pleasant evening.” According to Stone, he only offered to help Poitras get distribution. “We thought we’d help her either bring out her film with our film, or in the wake of it or before it, if we could,” Stone said.

He didn’t recall pretending to strangle Poitras. “I think from talking to her, you sense she’s super-paranoid,” he said. “But I liked her,” he said. “I admired her. I saw her films. I was trying to help her. If Laura is accusing me of trying to aggress her or kill her, she’s crazy.”

Despite his occasional bullishness, Stone craves approval. His films tend to resemble his character: at once original, impetuous, dogmatic and stubbornly ambitious. They typically run up to three hours, and he is often hurt when they’re underappreciated. Once, I was with Stone when he was handed a copy of A Child’s Night Dream, the novel he wrote at 19. Stone began to recite the blurbs aloud.

“The language moves in torrents, always energised ... shamanistic,” Stone read, quoting The Boston Globe. “I don’t get many good reviews, but this is good.” I said that he has got plenty of good reviews since then. “You should see Rotten Tomatoes,” he said, referring to the movie-review aggregator.

Stone’s torment is at least in part self-inflicted. Biopics can be a nasty business, and Stone routinely throws himself into historical narratives and the messy negotiation between fact and fiction.

The haggling with historians and family estates is the reason Stone was never able to make films about Martin Luther King Jr. and Hank Williams, and it was why he had to wait for Richard M Nixon to die to make Nixon.

For Stone, the real-life characters of the stories he is after have become both the obstacles and the necessary arbiters of his work. It’s why he refused to make Snowden without Snowden, and why his appeals to Greenwald and Poitras were his way of getting them on board.

If Poitras had a strong reaction to Stone’s proposal, it was because she had already been hounded by Sony. After the studio optioned Greenwald’s book, Poitras says Sony asked to buy her life rights — an offer she declined. Sony suggested that she come on as a consultant, but when the contract arrived, it stipulated that the studio would have access to Poitras’s tapes and notebooks. “So I’d already gone through that when Oliver came in trying to position himself,” she said.

Poitras is a soft-spoken, cautious woman who has spent much of the past decade on government watch lists. Her resistance to participating in various Snowden projects has less to do with her feeling territorial than with her trying to maintain some control as she has become a character in a story that is no longer hers. Poitras’s radical position is that the “Snowden story” can really belong only to Snowden.

Neither Greenwald nor Poitras ultimately object to Stone making his film. While his own movie still lingered in development, Greenwald thought Snowden’s story might in fact be safer in Stone’s hands than it would be elsewhere.

The Sony leaks would eventually reveal that Stone’s paranoia may have been justified: In emails about the purchase of Greenwald’s book, an executive in Sony’s government- affairs office suggests toning down the news release, changing “illegal spying” to “intelligence gathering” and “misuse of power” to “actions”.

“My big worry with Hollywood and the Snowden story is that they’re either going to be cowards and completely drain it of its political vitality,” Greenwald told me, “or that they’re going to do a super-biased smear job. For all the talk about how liberal Hollywood is, the reality is that they’re really close to the government. And whatever other things you might say about Oliver, I was actually relieved someone was going to do this film where there was no danger of those things happening.”

This January, I drove to Stone’s office in West Los Angeles to watch a rough cut of Snowden. Stone works out of a discreet suite in a pristine office complex. The décor is eclectic. There are tribal masks, Indonesian throw pillows, a Che Guevara painting and a lone potted palm tree.

Like Citizenfour, Snowden takes place in Hong Kong, but this time the story has the eerie feeling of a familiar scene re-enacted by skilled Hollywood actors. Stone was right about Gordon-Levitt. His performance is not an interpretation so much as a direct replica of the whistle-blower’s even demeanor and intonation. Quinto plays Greenwald with such intensity that he appears perpetually enraged. Melissa Leo’s Poitras is in turn warm and protective, almost maternal.

Stone came in just as the credits rolled. He was nursing a cold but was back on caffeine and asked his assistant for Bulletproof, the trendy coffee brand made with “grass-fed butter”.

“It’s supposed to be nutritional,” Stone said. “No radicals.”

Edward Snowden will be teaming up with Jean-Michel Jarre for a track on the musician’s latest album.
Edward Snowden will be teaming up with Jean-Michel Jarre for a track on the musician’s latest album.

Since I last saw him, the film’s release had been pushed from December 2015 to May 2016 as Stone rushed to complete it, and then once more to September 2016.

The biggest challenge was pacing. Stone likes to structure his movies around a series of plot-pivoting, battlelike scenes — the concerts in The Doors, the football games in Any Given Sunday or actual warfare in “Alexander”.

A story in which the drama hinges on a tech specialist downloading classified documents was more subdued than he was accustomed to. “Coding is not exciting,” Stone said. “At the end of the day, it’s a nerdlike behaviour — it’s dull on a screen.”

Stone got around the tedium of reality by turning his film into a cross between a cyberthriller and a love story, using Snowden’s relationship with Mills to inject emotional stakes.

Cutting between Snowden in Hong Kong and flashbacks to his past, the film speeds through Snowden’s biography with the help of techno music, snappy explanations of NSA programs and tricky camerawork to build in the tension of surveillance. (There are scenes filmed from the perspective of tiny phone cameras — the modern peephole — and suggestive zoom-ins on eye pupils.)

However, there are also unmistakable Stone-isms. “I just don’t really like bashing my country,” Gordon-Levitt says to Woodley as they stroll past a Bush-era antiwar protest in front of the White House.

“It’s my country, too. And right now, it’s got blood on its hands,” Woodley says.

Snowden’s NSA boss is unsubtly named Corbin O’Brian, after the antagonist in Orwell’s 1984. “Most Americans don’t want freedom,” O’Brian tells Snowden. “They want security.”

Snowden’s many storytellers all tell a similar hero narrative. However, if Greenwald’s account is about journalism, Poitras’s is a subtle and artful character study and Kucherena’s is an attempt at the Russian novel — a man alone in a room, wrestling with his conscience — Stone’s is the explicit blockbuster version, told in high gloss with big, emotional music and digestible plot points that will appeal to mass audiences. As Wizner wisely anticipated, it is the narrative most likely to cement Snowden’s story in Americans’ minds.

Snowden declined to comment for this article, but Stone told me he had seen the film and liked it. At a screening at Comic-Con a few months later, Snowden would beam in via satellite to give his somewhat wary approval.

“It was something that made me really nervous, but I think he made it work,” he said of Stone’s film.

As Stone intended, Snowden shows up at the end of the film. He appears in a wood-panelled room in Kucherena’s dacha, a modest, foreign-looking space, with little to see except a vase of flowers and some curtains in the background.

The Snowden who speaks is not the stoic version, but one who manages to deliver a Stone-calibre movie line. “I no longer have to worry about what happens tomorrow because I’m happy with what I’ve done today,” he says. Just before the screen fades to black, Snowden is shown gazing toward a window, a faint, inscrutable smile on his face.

By this summer, whatever anxieties there may have once been seemed to have dissipated. With the film completed, Stone would officially beat Sony’s project. Open Road, the distributor he was worried about, had won an Oscar for Spotlight. After Snowden earned similar marks to that film during test screenings, everyone seemed optimistic, if a little surprised.

“At first I thought there must be something wrong”, said Borman, who told me that he hadn’t seen such high scores in 25 years. Open Road had pushed for an autumn release, placing it firmly among Oscar contenders. (Snowden will open in the US on September 16, the day after Stone’s 70th birthday.)

Gordon-Levitt was so moved by Snowden’s story that he donated most of his salary from the film to the American Civil Liberties Union and used the rest to collaborate with Wizner on a series of videos about democracy.

Wizner was preparing to petition Obama to grant Snowden a presidential pardon in the autumn, and he hoped Stone’s film would help transform the public’s perception of his client. Kucherena, meanwhile, had turned Time of the Octopus into a trilogy — in the sequel, the NSA sends an assassin to Russia to “eliminate” Joshua Cold.

He hoped to come to the US for the premiere of the film, in which he has a cameo as a Russian banker who encounters Snowden at a party. “If I can get a visa, why not?” he said.

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