apocalypse now (oh the horror... the horror)
Sept 17, 2011 19:40:44 GMT
Post by tipou on Sept 17, 2011 19:40:44 GMT
have you ever felt like you would be intellectually bludgeoned to death by your friends if you told them what you really felt about one of their favourite movies?
i have, many times, and i never have left this possibility stop me, so i got intellectually left for dead many times.
and i am still there to talk about it, so why stop?
why? because there are things that cannot be told. you cannot talk, for example, against ffcoppola.
not that i dislike everything ffcoppola has done. the godfather 1 & 2, obviously, you know. enough said. i think he was the one who did rumble fish also? superb.
but, for the rest of his opuses (oppii? opiorum? opiates?), i say BLAH. pretentious, overrated, simplistic.
now, can i say that with my face exposed to punches? no, i cannot. i would get .... you get it, intellectually bludgeoned to death, and this time i would not survive.
so i have chosen this arena to get it off my chest. after all, our mutual interests lie elsewhere - let me take a break to gaze at a rufus pic for a while.... ok.... done - so you may forgive me. one day.
the reason for this confession to happen now, is that i tried, again, to appreciate Apocalypse Now last night. can't say i havent tried.
once again... i give up. the famous quote (oh the horror...) would best be used to describe my reaction to the movie.
fist of all, you cannot see anything. its black. vietnam is black. all over. the feeble lights flickering here and there are just teases, really, or else they are the remnants of some fantastic ideas that just aborted during filming.
second thing, there is a lot of noise. among which, marlon brando.
now, can ANYONE be certain he / she understood what he said? i will admit he looked crazy. but i cannot say he SOUNDED crazy. to me, he was speaking serbo-croatian, which is totally not logical given the settings.
now, why on earth would ffcoppola, italian american, would chose to have an italian american actor speaking serbo croatian in vietnam is well above my artistic comprehension.
in fact, if i can use the quote (,,,horror...) at all, it is because movie history has translated it for me. i NEVER heard them being pronounced (given that brando could pronounce, which i doubt). again, i have to point out that i do not speak serbo croatian, and i am quite amazed that so many movie wiewers do. my loss.
come to think of it... the only intelligible word i ever heard brando utter was "STELLAAAAAA". must be because he was yelling in that other movie, not merely emitting monosyllabic high pitched white noise.
(my case is not improving. i am now attacking not one, but two movie legends. i must be suicidal. note to self: set appointment with therapist.)
third thing, i love martin sheen, and i am sure that working on this painful movie brought on his heart condition, smoking had nothing to do with it, i will take this conviction to my death bed and beyond, if there is such a concept as beyond a death bed.
fourth thing: this is a horrible movie, period. of course, it was trying to give a sense of "vietnam", but historical recountings of war is more than enough to make me realize that, thank you very much. i was NEVER fooled into beleiving that viet nam war had been a succession of sweet mindless frolicking through bamboo forests. making a bad movie about a bad war does not make war seem more horrible, but it gives a very
idea of movie budgets disappearing into black screens with serbo croatian off screen mumblings.
so, for the second time, when the final credits appeared, my whole comment was "whaaaaaat?"
please do not repeat this to my friends. and thanks for still being my pals, i hope.... ;D
i have, many times, and i never have left this possibility stop me, so i got intellectually left for dead many times.
and i am still there to talk about it, so why stop?
why? because there are things that cannot be told. you cannot talk, for example, against ffcoppola.
not that i dislike everything ffcoppola has done. the godfather 1 & 2, obviously, you know. enough said. i think he was the one who did rumble fish also? superb.
but, for the rest of his opuses (oppii? opiorum? opiates?), i say BLAH. pretentious, overrated, simplistic.
now, can i say that with my face exposed to punches? no, i cannot. i would get .... you get it, intellectually bludgeoned to death, and this time i would not survive.
so i have chosen this arena to get it off my chest. after all, our mutual interests lie elsewhere - let me take a break to gaze at a rufus pic for a while.... ok.... done - so you may forgive me. one day.
the reason for this confession to happen now, is that i tried, again, to appreciate Apocalypse Now last night. can't say i havent tried.
once again... i give up. the famous quote (oh the horror...) would best be used to describe my reaction to the movie.
fist of all, you cannot see anything. its black. vietnam is black. all over. the feeble lights flickering here and there are just teases, really, or else they are the remnants of some fantastic ideas that just aborted during filming.
second thing, there is a lot of noise. among which, marlon brando.
now, can ANYONE be certain he / she understood what he said? i will admit he looked crazy. but i cannot say he SOUNDED crazy. to me, he was speaking serbo-croatian, which is totally not logical given the settings.
now, why on earth would ffcoppola, italian american, would chose to have an italian american actor speaking serbo croatian in vietnam is well above my artistic comprehension.
in fact, if i can use the quote (,,,horror...) at all, it is because movie history has translated it for me. i NEVER heard them being pronounced (given that brando could pronounce, which i doubt). again, i have to point out that i do not speak serbo croatian, and i am quite amazed that so many movie wiewers do. my loss.
come to think of it... the only intelligible word i ever heard brando utter was "STELLAAAAAA". must be because he was yelling in that other movie, not merely emitting monosyllabic high pitched white noise.
(my case is not improving. i am now attacking not one, but two movie legends. i must be suicidal. note to self: set appointment with therapist.)
third thing, i love martin sheen, and i am sure that working on this painful movie brought on his heart condition, smoking had nothing to do with it, i will take this conviction to my death bed and beyond, if there is such a concept as beyond a death bed.
fourth thing: this is a horrible movie, period. of course, it was trying to give a sense of "vietnam", but historical recountings of war is more than enough to make me realize that, thank you very much. i was NEVER fooled into beleiving that viet nam war had been a succession of sweet mindless frolicking through bamboo forests. making a bad movie about a bad war does not make war seem more horrible, but it gives a very
idea of movie budgets disappearing into black screens with serbo croatian off screen mumblings.so, for the second time, when the final credits appeared, my whole comment was "whaaaaaat?"
please do not repeat this to my friends. and thanks for still being my pals, i hope.... ;D
