Film

Full Metal Jacket

Name: Full Metal Jacket
Genre: Drama, War
Released: 1987
Cast: Matthew Modine, Adam Baldwin, Vincent D'Onofrio, R. Lee Ermey, Dorian Harewood

Kubrick splits his Vietnam film cleanly in two: a brutal Parris Island boot camp that manufactures obedient killers, then the fractured, almost absurdist chaos of Hue's street fighting. Cold, precise, and darkly funny in places that shouldn't be funny, it's less a combat film than a study of what institutions do to identity before a shot is ever fired. Essential and deeply uncomfortable.

TMDb rating

8.1

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