Apocalypse Now is an impressive trial & a fever dream.
3 people in front of me left the cinema before the thing was done.
The cinematography, though occasionally (toward the denouement) badly edited, is beautiful and executed with a grand eye that sees the working of an organ and knows how the cells breathe. It is sickly, slick and full.
It gives the experience of something ritualised and Sublime – my eyes hurt but still they wanted to feel every rich inch. I couldn’t look away, not for fear of missing something but, knowing it would break the pact and sweat built with the thing.
At first it feels welcoming and noir – noir’s a safe zone compared to where it ends.
It isn’t shocking so much as it is exhausting. I’ll sleep a fevered sleep.