As we've been out of Vietnam for 25 years, I would have thought that the knee-jerk passions about the war would have cooled by now. After reading the comments in this thread, I stand corrected. Apocalypse now was a brilliant movie, but not because it was a realistic movie about the Vietnam war, but because it was a movie that used the insanity of jungle war as a metaphor for reality.
Reality: A guy is sitting at a large base camp, like Bien Hoa. He's drinking a beer, reading his mail, and thinking about when he's going to catch the Freedom Bird. About five clicks away, a group of little brown brothers set a rocket on a bamboo tripod, put a one hour timer on it, and go back to their ville. The rocket fires, our guy is shredded, and his buddies take notice that there ain't no justice. Their behavior is modified appropiately.
Movie: Clean gets stuck, and dies mumbling "A fuckin' spear. . ."
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