JudasMyGuide
Ancient Mariner
Before I image-searched that, I thought it was supposed to be a biographical film about Francis Bacon (the second one). Then I realised you've been putting the link there lately. Whatever.
Watched Full Metal Jacket just now with wife. She insisted. I saw it for the first time in about ten years... and honestly, I probably like that even less than I did before. As I've given up on trying to pretend I like Kubrick (which every movie afficionado is supposed to, of course), I really don't feel the need to fight for this one. And mind ye - I might dislike Kubrick in general, but this particular movie is also very... bland, actually.
I guess that after dozens of war movies I'm really sick of the genre in general. I'd probably never refuse to rewatch Kwai or Lawrence of Arabia (or Cross of Iron) and of course there are war movies that truly are among the best films ever, genre be damned (I mean especially Thin Red Line and Apocalypse Now), but after watching many others from Green Berrets to Hart's War to Idi i smotri to Enemy at the Gates to Remagen to Bridge Too Far to Pearl Harbor and whatever else I'm kinda tough sell on that one, it seems.
The main problem I had was that... well... what did it bring to the table? That Apocalypse or Platoon didn't say better? And Kubrick might be an obsessive twit and have visionary visuals and whatever - I see it in Barry Lyndon, in Odyssey, in The Shining, even... but I don't see it here. I'd like to say that the urban warfare is beautifully shot, but I honestly don't see it. Not here.
Also, while I kinda feel that Kubrick really had little to say in general (and I know I'm treading on thin ice here) and his movies were always kinda predictable and shallow, I always kept that apart as maybe something that only I have problems with (though later some other people confirmed it to me, so I was relieved), but here it really shines. Apart from the fact that war is hell and training for it no less so, there's little to be found otherwise. I kinda could read something along the "thousand yard stare" theory and the elbow-rubbing of the desk jockey Joker with the blokes that were really in the field and hate him for it, for not putting his life and sanity on the line... but that's not pronounced enough in the final product. Private Pyle going psycho is both kinda clichéd and also it does not really resonate afterwards in any way.
R. Lee Ermey is very charismatic and wonderful to watch, I'll give it that.
Sorry to all the fans thereof (or of Kubrick), I'm not trolling, it's was just a movie that IMHO belongs in the lower parts of the filmography of a director who's not one of my favourites in general (my favourites being probably Barry Lyndon and Eyes Wide Shut). I guess I'd give it more leeway if it was made earlier, not as late as 1987, I guess, but that's hardly any consolation. And that's about that, I guess.
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