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"The horror… the horror…"

Apocalypse Now (1979) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

Apocalypse Now (#108)(#206)

Holy. Shit. This may be one of the most overwhelming and well-done films I’ve ever seen (and despite the superlatives, I don’t say that lightly). I know the hell that went into making it, but the final product is close to flawless. Vittorio Storaro’s photography is gorgeous, and the natural beauty of every shot makes the brutal content even more disturbing. Martin Sheen’s terrific, as are Robert Duvall and Frederic Forrest, but Marlon Brando was the film’s weakness from my perspective. Though the lighting utilized to show him is magnificent, he plays the character like a weird, hulking lizard. Francis Ford Coppola’s direction is amazing, though - especially in being able to pull any of this off with such a flawed shoot - and, despite the war, I absolutely loved this. I’d love to see a big screen print in a crowded theater if I could.

Watching Apocalypse Now for the first time. It’s gorgeous and brutal and I’m overwhelmingly impressed.

BARTLET: You’re a son of a bitch, you know that? She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What, was that supposed to be funny? “You can’t conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God,” says Graham Greene. I don’t know who’s ass he was kissing there ‘cause I think you’re just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman? A warning shot? That was my son. What did I ever do to yours but praise his glory and praise his name? There’s a tropical storm that’s gaining speed and power. They say we haven’t had a storm this bad since you took out that tender ship of mine in the north Atlantic last year… 68 crew. You know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships. Doesn’t even carry guns. Just goes around, fixes the other ships and delivers that mail. That’s all it can do. Gratias tibi ago, domine. Yes, I lied. It was a sin. I’ve committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? 3.8 million new jobs, that wasn’t good? Bailed out Mexico, increased foreign trade, 30 million new acres of land for conservation, put Mendoza on the bench, we’re not fighting a war, I’ve raised three children…That’s not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto? A deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem! Tuus in terra servus nuntius fui officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem. Eas in crucem!
[Bartlet turns away in anger. He descends to the lower sanctuary and lights a cigarette. He takes a single puff, drops the butt to the floor, and grinds it defiantly with his shoe. He looks back at the altar.]
BARTLET: You get Hoynes!

(Source: gadot)

"J’accuse ma petite fromage!"

— President Bartlett (s3e8)