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Heller, however, was no doctrinaire expansionist. After leaving office in 1964, he saw clearly the danger of resurgent inflation in an overheated economy and tried vainly to persuade Lyndon Johnson to raise taxes again to pay for the Viet Nam War. Though he lost that round -- and had to watch while war-driven inflation soared -- he retained his influence as a professor, an inveterate witness before congressional committees and a counselor to Democratic politicians...
Stanley Kubrick' s first film in seven years, Full Metal Jacket, is a Viet Nam horror show with a dynamite first act and a fizzle finale...
...country crooner sings "Goodbye, sweetheart, hello, Viet Nam," 17 Marine recruits get their heads shaved. The long, defiant hair of the late 1960s falls to the floor; the young men look sullen or stern. Do they know that this is a pre-op for a lobotomy? Double time, in their eight weeks at Parris Island, S.C., they will be stripped of their freedom, their pride, their names. The recruit who dares to hang some John Wayne sarcasm on the drill instructor will be called Joker (Matthew Modine). The guy from Texas will be dubbed Cowboy (Arliss Howard). Gomer Pyle...
...Viet Nam, just before the 1968 Tet offensive. Local hookers peddle their pleasures while Joker and a soft, eager photographer called Rafterman (Kevyn Major Howard) dodge thieves and boredom. Their job is to rouge up the war for the Stars and Stripes, to turn the horror into cheering press releases. No soldier believes a bit of it. Everyone has reached a state of exalted cynicism. "Welcome to Viet Nam, the Movie," Joker sneers to an American camera crew. "You think we waste gooks for freedom?" says the Marine called Animal Mother (Adam Baldwin). Crazy Earl (Kieron Jecchins), who poses next...
Maybe because it was shot in England instead of the Philippines, Full Metal Jacket is clothed not in the lush tropical colors of other Viet Nam films but in the desaturated green-gray of a war zone as it would appear on the 6 o'clock news. Hue might be Pittsburgh. Here, only death looks luscious: gunfire makes a gutted warehouse flare into brilliant orange, and the blood of strafed civilians waters the countryside, turning it into poppy fields. The drama is desaturated too. The soldiers have no ideals to defend, just their asses; the accompanying music is not Samuel...