Bill Kilgore:
You smell that? Do you smell that?... Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end.
You smell that? Do you smell that?... Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end.
Apocalypse now - Francis Ford Coppola (1979)
Extraordinário é palavra curta para este filme. Vi-o, em estado de quase torpor, no Monumental, talvez em 1981. É uma das obras maiores do Cinema, sem dúvida. Este monólogo marca o filme. O cheiro a napalm pela manhã... O papel de Bill Kilgore assenta na perfeição a Robert Duvall, o homem que fazia tocar Wagner durante os ataques. Não é Bill Kilgore quem quer. Duvall quis e pode. Apocalypse now, paradoxalmente, marcou o inicio do fim da estrela de Coppola. Fez, a seguir, um filme de génio - Do fundo do coração - e, de seguida, pouco mais.
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