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...party started several weeks ago, but don't worry -- you're not too late. The festivities will continue for many months, and you don't need to RSVP, buy a gown or rent a dinner jacket. Come as you are. The Constitution is having a / birthday, and all of America is celebrating, in a rather low-key way for a change. There is plenty of room and everyone is invited...
...dubbed Cowboy (Arliss Howard). Gomer Pyle is the name given to a fat bumpkin (Vincent D'Onofrio) whose dim-witted sanctity begs to be beaten into lean meat. The D.I. (Lee Ermey) will oblige. He will shape Pyle into an M-14 with a loaded magazine -- a full metal jacket. Then Pyle, like his sweetheart of a rifle, will go off. The killing machine will be fired too soon. His last smile will be one of emotional vacancy, for he has achieved the purity of madness...
...cerebral fantasy button, in Pentagon war rooms (Dr. Strangelove), in outer and inner space (2001: A Space Odyssey), in the nightmare future (A Clockwork Orange), in the duplicitous past (Barry Lyndon) and down the endless bloody corridors of a deranged mind (The Shining). Now he's back. Full Metal Jacket is not a realistic film -- it is horror-comic superrealism, from a God's-eye view -- but it should fully engage the ordinary movie grunt. The boot-camp sequence begins as high farce, with the D.I. taunting his recruits in arias of obscenity that tickle and singe the ear. Kubrick...
Maybe because it was shot in England instead of the Philippines, Full Metal Jacket is clothed not in the lush tropical colors of other Viet Nam films but in the desaturated green-gray of a war zone as it would appear on the 6 o'clock news. Hue might be Pittsburgh. Here, only death looks luscious: gunfire makes a gutted warehouse flare into brilliant orange, and the blood of strafed civilians waters the countryside, turning it into poppy fields. The drama is desaturated too. The soldiers have no ideals to defend, just their asses; the accompanying music is not Samuel...
...wild, desperate wit; the daring in choosing a desultory skirmish to make a point about war's pointlessness; the fine, large performances of almost every actor (Ermey and D'Onofrio seem sure shots for Oscar nominations); most important, the Olympian elegance and precision of Kubrick's filmmaking. Full Metal Jacket fails only by the standards the director demands be set for him. By normal movie standards, with whatever reservations one may entertain, the film is a technical knockout...