Film

Apocalypse Now

Name: Apocalypse Now
Genre: Drama, War
Released: 1979
Cast: Martin Sheen, Marlon Brando, Frederic Forrest, Albert Hall, Laurence Fishburne

Coppola's fever-dream war epic follows a soldier's boat trip upriver into the collapse of American purpose in Vietnam, and eventually into pure hallucination. It's loud, slow, gorgeous and dreadful by turns — less plot than descent, more opera than history. Essential viewing for anyone curious about cinema's most reckless ambition, though it rewards patience more than narrative curiosity.

TMDb rating

8.3

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