We've been cutting a swath through the Netflix inventory this summer; tonight's film was Apocalypse Now (the "Redux" edition). When I saw the film some twenty-five years ago I thought it was handsomely made, but pretentious and dreary. The director's cut adds a few things I don't recall, including the most interesting set piece in the film (to me): Willard's stop at a French colonial family's plantation. But over all, I think I was right twenty-five years ago. I watched the whole dreary thing and was underwhelmed. Sarcasm Girl, who watched likewise, dissolved into inarticulate tears of rage and disgust about fifteen minutes from the end: "How could you show me such an awful, hopeless, pretentious, horrible movie!" I swear to you that I did not say anything of my own opinions during or before the film; I was going to give it a fair watching. SG came to her own conclusion, thereby demonstrating that the guava does not fall far from the tree.
She also asked me to blog about what a hopeless, pretentious, depressing movie it was. So I have.
She also asked me to blog about what a hopeless, pretentious, depressing movie it was. So I have.