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Francis Ford Coppola re-creates his Vietnam phantasmagoria

Wednesday, Aug 8 2001
In the 10 years since the release of the documentary Hearts of Darkness, we've been taught to revere the legend of Francis Ford Coppola walking the line between madness and disaster to bring us a masterpiece. But let's also admit that Apocalypse Now, a powerful and often sublime film, is less about 'Nam or Conrad than about finding out exactly how much cinematic insanity one can get away with. From the silly title to the gooey, bombastic ending, this episodic travel guide to the core of hell has seemed incredibly deep mainly because so many films never even try to be insightful. Still, it's a classic because it sensuously and intelligently tests the limits of human endurance. And now -- with 49 added minutes giving it a running time of three hours 16 minutes -- it tests those limits more than ever.

In an era of assorted cinematic "special editions" (most often corrupted by superfluous fluff), the good news here is that Coppola and Wunderkind editor Walter Murch have created the finest cut of their seminal movie that we're ever likely to experience. Since its initial release in 1979, Apocalypse Now has been a dark marvel, but years of ardent imitation have diminished some of its once astonishing boldness. Wisely, Coppola and Murch have now fortified the film's incessant yangity-yang-yang with some desperately needed yin. Perhaps the last two decades have allowed them to separate the massive struggle of their production from the plight of their characters. Whatever the reason, the movie now delivers both comfort and surprise, like some freakish old friend returning from a successful bout with rehab. It finally feels whole.

For those unfamiliar with the story, Apocalypse Now is about a very depressed captain with nice hair (Martin Sheen) who is dispatched into the jungle to assassinate an extremely depressed colonel with no hair (Marlon Brando) so that we can witness, from multiple angles, a curiously detached water buffalo being hacked to bits to the tune of the Doors' "The End." Along the noisy path of carnage, Carmine Coppola's spooky score, and Mickey Hart's tribal thumpings, we meet an invincible white bastard (Robert Duvall) and watch as the two black leads (the stately Albert Hall and the jazzed-up, rocked-out Laurence Fishburne) die horribly along with countless generic locals. People bleed and sweat and yell a lot, and stuff explodes.

The reason the film succeeds despite these wearying elements is that Coppola has a knack for ironic juxtaposition, often teeming with absurdist overtones (in other words, he has a crush on Vonnegut). Note, for example, Duvall's simultaneous promotion of sadism and surfing, as he extols the virtues of 6-foot waves while bodies pile up on the beach around him. Consider a peaceful family slaughtered over a measly puppy, or the sudden appearance of Playboy models in the middle of the bloody jungle. The director's odyssey may not make a lot of narrative sense, but as a declamation on war it eschews boring macho valor, soaring instead with quirky works such as M*A*S*H and Slaughterhouse Five. It also feels incredibly authentic. As the insanity permeates the youthful face of Sheen's anti-hero, Capt. Willard (whose hands even look young here), we have no choice but to share in both his shock and his transformation.

Despite Coppola's somewhat repetitive bows to David Lean -- bridges keep detonating as a pricey form of set dressing -- it's difficult to criticize the work on any technical level. Murch's sound mix is as virtuosic as Vittorio Storaro's luminous cinematography; in tandem -- as in the "Die Walkure" sequence or the scene of Dennis Hopper scatting through slaughter -- they're unearthly. Murch's new picture edit (from scratch, yet not unlike the original edit by Richard Marks) puts most choppy action fare to shame. Granted, it's preposterous to think that a loudspeaker could drown out several Hueys, but subjective weirdness is key to keeping the film's manly posturing at a reasonable level.

This Redux version offers loads of new material, enhancing everything from Duvall's manic obsession with Sam Bottoms' California surfer boy to Brando's snide criticism of U.S. policies. The most entrancing added sequences, however, have little to do with the business of soldiering or depravity and decay. Coppola and Murch have balanced their new edit with grace notes of sweetness, elegance, and eroticism, and the payoff is grand, providing both a reprieve from the multiple blitzkriegs and a break in the monotony of the cruise up the Nung.

One newly added segment features the Playboy playmates becoming vulnerable mortals, stranded in a trashed, monsoon-swept Medvac base, with Willard and his men trading precious fuel for their favors. It's relevant and truly touching, bringing to the fore an urgent ache of hunger and naiveté within both the girls and the boys.

To offset the impression of these crazy kids, we also have an amazing new sequence set in a misty, opulent French plantation. It's marvelous filmmaking -- august parlors lit with Parrish ochers -- with Willard falling under the seductive sway of a widow played by Aurore Clement, while political debates and issues of territoriality swarm about them. The adult sensuousness here is in itself adequate reason to check out Redux, but as a point of contrast it also enhances the olive drab and death reek with which the rest of the film is suffused.

Much like Brando's psychotic Col. Kurtz, a film director can be a deranged deity, bent on designing destinies. With Apocalypse Now Redux, it's a pleasure to report that Coppola has at last set right the world he created.

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