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Full Metal Jacket |  
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  Stanley Kubrick's 1987, penultimate film seemed to a lot of people to be contrived and out of touch with the '80s vogue for such intensely realistic  portrayals of the Vietnam War as  Platoon and The Deer Hunter. Certainly, Kubrick gave audiences plenty of  reason to wonder why he made the film at all: essentially a two-part drama that begins on a  Parris Island boot camp for rookie Marines and abruptly switches to Vietnam (actually shot  on sound stages and locations near London), Full Metal Jacket comes across as a series  of self-contained chapters in a story whose logical and thematic development is oblique at  best. Then again, much the same was said about Kubrick's 2001: A Space  Odyssey, a masterwork both enthralled with and satiric about the future's role in the  unfinished business of human evolution. In a way, Full Metal Jacket is the wholly  grim counterpart of 2001. While the latter is a truly 1960s film, both wide-eyed  and wary, about the intertwining of progress and isolation (ending in our redemption,  finally, by death), Full Metal Jacket is a cynical, Reagan-era view of the 1960s' hunger  for experience and consciousness that fulfilled itself in violence. Lee Ermey made film  history as the Marine drill instructor whose ritualized debasement of men in the name of  tribal uniformity creates its darkest angel in a murderous half-wit (Vincent D'Onofrio).  Matthew Modine gives a smart and savvy performance as Private Joker, the clowning,  military journalist who yearns to get away from the propaganda machine and know firsthand the horrific revelation of the front line. In Full Metal Jacket, depravity and  fulfillment go hand in hand, and it's no wonder Kubrick kept his steely distance from the  material to make the point. --Tom Keogh
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