woensdag 14 november 2007

Apocalypse Now



This war story's screenplay, written by John Milius and Coppola himself (with a separate credit for Michael Herr for Sheen's narration), became a metaphorical backdrop for the corruptive madness and folly of war itself for a generation of Americans. Francis Ford Coppola described his own motivation in the making of the 'quest' film, with elements borrowed from the horror, adventure and thriller genres: "to create a film experience that would give its audience a sense of the horror, the madness, the sensuousness, and the moral dilemma of the Vietnam War." Coppola's masterpiece chronicles the harrowing intersection of optimistic innocence and experiential reality in the Vietnam conflict. Although the film is flawed by its excesses, an ambiguous and incohesive script, and a baffling ending, it still remains a brilliant evocation of the madness and horrors of war.

The film's story, a type of Odyssey story similar to the one in Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) and Werner Herzog's Aguirre: The Wrath of God (1972), was indirectly inspired by Joseph Conrad's 1902 novella Heart of Darkness (about a steamer journey up a river into the Congo and African jungle - and into the darkest reaches of the human psyche), and also was derived from Michael Herr's Dispatches. The film tells about US Army assassin Willard's (Sheen) mission, both a mental and physical journey, to 'terminate' dangerously-lawless warlord and former Colonel Kurtz (Brando) who has gone AWOL, become a self-appointed god, and rules a band of native warriors in the jungle. [Incidentally, Orson Welles was director Coppola's first choice for the Kurtz role ultimately played by Marlon Brando. And both Steve McQueen and Harvey Keitel were considered for the Willard role ultimately played by Martin Sheen. A made-for-TV movie adaptation Heart of Darkness (1993), directed by Nicolas Roeg, starred John Malkovich (Kurtz) and Tim Roth (Marlow/Willard).]

Bron : http://www.filmsite.org/apoc.html


Om de werkelijkheid te filmen moet je het realisme laten varen en diep in de mythologie van het Kwaad graven. 'The horror, the horror', kan Marlon Brando - 'jenseits von Gut und Böse' - slechts mompelen aan het slot van Francis Coppola's Apocalypse Now (1979), waartoe Joseph Conrads roman Heart of Darkness de sleutel vormde.

Geen zichzelf respecterende oorlogsfilm kan die les van Coppola meer ongestraft negeren. De initiatieroute van Martin Sheen, die stroomopwaarts naar zichzelf zoekt en de incarnatie van God èn de duivel vindt, is bezaaid met misleidende identificatiemodellen. Het mooiste en meest geïmiteerde is dat van luitenant-kolonel Kilgore (Robert Duvall), die houdt van de geur van napalm in de morgen, surft tussen de mijnen en zijn vliegtuigen op de klanken van Wagners Walkürenrit verderf laat zaaien. Duvall speelde in Coppola's Godfather-cyclus tegenover God-de-vader Brando al net zo'n kille manipulator, de 'consigliere' Tom Hagen, die niet bij de familie hoorde, maar wel het vuile werk opknapte. Duvall is de valse vaderfiguur, die geen genade of introspectie kent: 'The man you love to hate'.


Bron : http://www.nrc.nl/dossiers/50_filmklassiekers/50_filmklassiekers


This is the end


This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

The End - The Doors

Intro : Apocalypse Now


Brothers in arms

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Dire Straits