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Full Metal
Jacket (1987)
Review
Stanley Kubrick's penultimate film, and
the last one to be released during his lifetime, was one in a line
of Vietnam War movies during this period, along with among others
Oliver Stone's
Platoon and Barry Levinson's
Good Morning Vietnam. Whereas Stone and Levinson took their
productions to Southeast Asia, Kubrick filmed his picture in
England, which may be claimed to give it a somewhat more artificial
feel. Then again, Kubrick always did adhere to his own particular
pretense, and if nothing
else, Full Metal Jacket is a truly cinematic work of art. The
film is basically twofold: The first part a harrowing study of the
training of U. S. Marine recruits, given a painstaking realism
thanks to the performance of real-life drill instructor turned actor
R. Lee Ermey, who as the brutal Gunnery Sergeant Hartman shouts
drill commands till kingdom come. The second part moves us into the
action in Vietnam, where Kubrick assembles a collection of scenes
which feel as random and unplanned as war itself despite being
obviously expertly devised. Some scenes have an overly
choreographed feel, but there's an undeniable intensity to it all –
a magnetism which makes it hard to look away and not get invested.
And like the Vietnam War itself, the film has no clean ending, no
real redemption, only respite. There are many fine supporting
performances by some of the less flashy young actors from the era,
including Arliss Howard, Alec Baldwin and Dorian Harewood. But it is
Mr. Ermey who steals the show in every scene that he is in.
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