![]() But the film works, owing to an intensity that never lets up. Composed of two, barely overlapping, parts, the script's structure is a bit unorthodox. Potent and torturous, these scenes convey a Zen-like immediacy, an impending sense of doom. Combat scenes are rendered believable by effective visuals and terrific sound effects: pounding percussion, amplified sounds of equipment and footsteps across explosive debris, and an always present, ever-so-subtle. But then it's on to an even blacker black. It's a lesson some ivory tower college professors never learn. Still, the grunts learn a valuable lesson namely, that life is mostly physical, not mental. It's an ordeal of blackness from which some may never recover. It's do or die, almost literally, for our greenhorns. Here, a sadistic drill Sargent, in colorful language, barks out orders and insults straight from Hades. First it's boot camp, a dreary prospect at best, for an ordinary group of young American men. The villains are all off-screen, comfy behind mahogany desks, or dressed for success and giving shrill speeches about how maintaining peace requires war. There are no villains in this film, only heroic victims. So sings the man whose throbbing song marks the film's end, merciless lyrics to describe thematically a story that is as wrenching as it is mesmerizing. It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black". "With flowers and my love both never to come back. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. ![]() But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. You are nothing but unorganized grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you will not like me. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You will be a minister of death praying for war. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you. ![]() From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. ![]()
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