We are not beatles

Consuelo 2021-10-19 09:52:22


The first half of the recruit training accounted for two-fifths of the whole article, and the boring subject matter became full of energy in the hands of Kubrick. At the beginning, a whole row of young teenagers' hair fell to the ground, symbolizing the beginning of loss of personality. First of all, the instructor delivered a speech that "all equal" was all rubbish, and the fluent swear words seemed to be played in their true colors. (It is said that Kubrick originally asked this veteran officer to guide him, but he listened to his talk show-style swearing instruction. Let him act) As a viewer across the screen, of course, you don't have to worry about being tortured by the body, but the unbearable remarks about the liquid flowing from the old lady's legs are enough to make people unbearable. Even through the screen, he wanted to kick him from behind when he was complacent. The thoughtful Kubrick realized the audience's wishes through the collapse of the fat man. In fact, it’s hard to say whether the fat man’s ending is better than those who have successfully turned into a national war machine after leaving the training camp (just like the man on the helicopter who shoots crazily with a machine gun). In fact, most of them People will still choose to endure silently like the protagonist with the nickname "Joker" sent by the instructor, go with the crowd to hurt the fat man who has a good impression of him, and then hide in the bed, covering his ears and crying, walking out of the training camp while wearing peace On the side of the badge, the killing weapon is aimed at all enemies that threaten him.
The final ending is very ridiculous. A Vietnamese woman can provide a group of American soldiers to vent their desires for $10 per person, and can also become their death-like nightmare. Finally, facing the dying Vietnamese woman, the clown hesitated for a long time, and he was not sure about his original heart. Compared with the decisiveness of Captain Willard in "Apocalypse Now", it made people lose patience. Fortunately, the clown still suffers from the Vietnamese woman. The ground was shot before he died. After all, the clown represents the attitude of ordinary people towards this war. Even if you can march fiercely against the war in your own country, once you are on the battlefield, you will become trembling. Can the life and death of people really be in mind at this time?
In fact, the clown’s face and metal frame glasses remind me of John Lennon. Lennon can break his idol image and protest in bed with his wife for seven days and seven nights, but we are not Beatles. What we can do is to understand the war and do our best. Treat war with your own heart.

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  • Darrion 2021-10-20 18:58:46

    Sometimes hoarseness does not necessarily mean full of strength

  • Bonnie 2022-04-24 07:01:02

    this is the hell this is the paradise more than that this is the human nature

Full Metal Jacket quotes

  • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [calling out to platoon] Left shoulder, hut!

    [Pyle accidentally puts his rifle on his right shoulder, then corrects quickly, but not before Hartman sees it. He walks up on him]

    Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my beloved Corps?

    Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I don't know, sir!

    Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you expect me to believe that you don't know left from right?

    Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!

    Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then you did that on purpose! You wanna be different!

    Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!

    Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [slaps Pyle hard on the left hand side of his face] What side was that, Private Pyle?

    Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, left side, sir!

    Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [shouts] Are you sure, Private Pyle?

    Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!

    Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [slaps him hard again, this time on right side of his face, knocking his hat off; shouts] What side was that, Private Pyle?

    Private Gomer Pyle: [nearly in tears] Sir, right side, sir!

    Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick up your fuckin' cover!

    Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!

  • Vietcong Sniper: Shoot... me. Sh-oooot... me...