|Cast: Marlon Brando,
Director(s): Francis Ford Coppola
Genre: Historical Drama
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Caught this last night on the History Channel, haven't watched it straight through in AGES. Still has a profound effect on me, though I'm MILES seperated from ANY war-like experience (hell, I cowered like a shivering baby during paint ball), I still get the SENSE that this is what it must have been like in the Vietnam war...insanity, nobody really in charge of their senses and knowing what the hell is going on.
And THE MOOD...the sweaty, humid look, beautifully captured. My SOLE complaint is the music suffering from a bit of age with too much synth driven noises...MINOR complaint, really!
This is one of those love it or hate it movies. I loved it. Very powerful...It always leaves me thinking about certain scenes for days after I watch the mocie. The madness scares the crap out of me.
Best Harrison Ford movie ever!
As a POT about to take a swipe at the PLONT community, all I can say is this:
What a bunch of inarticulate boobs you all are.
I feel like I am watching that famous line from that old "Irish Spring" commercial over and over again, as I read your reviews, as it sums up the depth of the commentary coming from most of you:
"And I like it too."
So you liked Apocalypse Now. Duh. Congratulations. It may rank as one of the greatest films ever made. The soundscape and visual editing of the first 5 minutes blows away with one fell swoop most other films in their entirety.
Anyone wanna switch seats?
Excuse us, Mr. 2 posts and 3 logins for not meeting your standards of posting quality! Perhaps you could edify us further on this topic by providing more than a single example of your brilliance.
Leave it to the POT to post a snob comment!
(I liked the Irish Spring comment though!)
Glad I could be of service...
One thing I gotta ask: Does "MasterWoodsman" refer to being a lumberjack, or is it "Woodsman" in the Ron Jeremy meaning of the term?
I got no clue. It just popped in my head when I was about 12 and I thought it sounded cool. Now it's a little silly, but I keep using it anyways. I guess handles choose you, not the other way around.
Actually, upon reflection, I've always seen it as a lumberjack thingy, but not the Monty Python kind!
How's this for articulate, you smarmy little weasel:
The Jeff hated Plont! The whole Plont faction!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his fonts were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his fonts,
He stood there at Personsoftaste, hating the Plonts,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Jeffay frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Plont down in Plont-ville no less
Was busy now, posting an inarticulate mess.
"And they're shortening their sentences!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Noam Chomskey day! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Jeff fingers nervously lighting,
"I MUST find a way to keep Plont idiots from writing!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Plont girls and lads
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their pads!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Excellent work Mikey. You truly are the king of the PLONTs.
And I liked it too!
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