I'm not sure what to say about apocalypse now. doubtless much has already been said and I've even read some of it but not having seen the movie before now there was nothing upon which to hang what I've read so I don't remember any of the commentary. there is a point in it like blood meridian where the death drive takes over and becomes fascination and something like love but on that flip side of that disaster which instead of binding disparate beings takes them all down in mass murder/suicide. I mean there is some way in which those two distinctions are not even discrete and that is where the difficulty lies.
anyway I'm sure there are observations to be made on the particularities of vietnamese history and french and american colonialism but until I understand that history a little better I have no real comment except to wonder if the machinery of death that operates at their boundaries is at once their vanguard and ultimate consequence. what would "we" win if Kurtz managed to kill off all the opposition? what have you got once the beloved is dead?
of course that all this takes place in an exotic locale adds to the mythological deadly mystique of the other but there is something interesting in the way the other seems more to be represented as death and horror itself rather than any particular (nonwhite) culture. still it is inescapable that the crew going up the river is going up a remote vietnamese river far away from anything familiar.
this is gaining me no clarity. it frightens me that the movement which guarded the puppy is the same as that which beheaded the ox.