There are certain films over time that have always existed in their own completely contained and unique cinematic universes – i.e. "The Wizard of Oz," "Citizen Kane," "The Searchers," "Psycho," "The Shining," "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre;" yes, that one too; among others. Obviously, each of these films do exist in firmly established genres but have a style, a visual feel, a tangible experiential element that only happens when you watch it – no matter how many times you see it.
"Apocalypse Now" may be the Granddaddy of these classically unique film experiences. There have certainly been films created about the Vietnam War, set In Country and out. Some of them are were very good in their own right, some aren’t. But nothing comes close to the hallucinatory and nightmarishly immersive experience that is "Apocalypse Now." The last theatrical release, and final artistic statement regarding this rarefied piece of cinema, 2019’s "Apocalypse Now: Final Cut," was pre-COVID and I was lucky enough to experience it with a good crowd, on a HUGE screen, and it provided this somewhat seasoned film buff with a truly transcendent big-screen experience.
It was the sixth time I had seen the film, including it’s different iterations over the years, all of which still create that unique cinematic space that is all it’s own. The re-insertion of the extended dream-like decaying French plantation scene, IMHO, added another layer of greatness to the film, and I’m still perplexed after all these years why Coppola cut the section from the original in the first place.
But this is a book review, not a film review (well, maybe a little bit of both). The book is a fascinating behind-the scenes, in-the-Heart-of-Darkness, account of the making of the film, the mental and physical collapses, the horrendous weather challenges, the technical limitations and issues with late-70’s film technology (and I do mean film), as well as the arrogant whims of the then long-time Philippines dictator Ferdinand Marcos and the use of his military hardware (i.e. helicopters/soldiers) while the corrupt autocrat was actually fighting his own rebel insurgency.
Francis Ford Coppola, while still in his mid-30’s when United Artists green lit the project, was smart enough to retain control of the film as producer through his Zoetrope studio. That not only allowed him to retain control with “final cut,” of the film, but he has also banked the massive worldwide profits generated over the 42 years since its public release. However, did he almost lose all of his millions, as well as his sanity, while making the film? That is a resounding yes.
The book has some very interesting, illuminating, and little-know tidbits about the making of the film, including:
In 1975, John Milius submitted his first draft screenplay and was paid $25,000, plus 12.5% of the net profits should the picture be produced under his “direct supervision.” No way in hell was THAT ever going to happen.
Steve McQueen was the first choice in the casting of Willard. Can you imagine how different that film would have been? Other initial considerations for the role were Al Pacino, Jack Nicholson, Robert Redford, James Caan, and there was even some talk about Clint Eastwood.
The real-life “Playmates” in the film were Linda Carpenter, Linda Hoflich, and Cyndi Wood and they were all paid scale ($604 a week). Wood was later replaced by Colleen Camp. Also, real-life rock impresario Bill Graham played their manager in the USO scene. He earned $1,000 a week on location, with a further $500 a week in expenses.
An unrecognizable, and VERY young Laurence Fishburne was cast as part of the boat’s crew as private Clean. He lied about his age and was only fourteen years old!
Coppola had zero participation or approval from the US military (BIG surprise there), so he utilized the helicopters and soldiers from the Philippines dictator Ferdinand Marcos’ private army.
Finding a sufficient amount of Americans to play extras on-location resulted in all the Coppola boys (Gian-Carlo, & Roman) and the Sheen boys (Charlie, Emilio, & Ramon) being “drafted” as uniformed soldiers in several scenes.
Hot up-and-coming actor Harvey Keitel was finally cast as Willard. However, after about a month of shooting, Coppola realized he had made a mistake. Years later, FFC said, “Harvey Keitel is a fine actor, and I did not replace him because of his acting talent, which he has more than made evident over the years. I never was 100% sure that he was right for the role. Another thing was that Harvey was incredibly uncomfortable in the jungle, among weird creatures and boats. So I had to make a grown-up decision, and recognize that I’d made a mistake. It’s always hard to fire an actor.”
Many interesting facts about the beginning legendary solo nude scene with Martin Sheen holed up in his hotel room in Saigon awaiting his orders: Sheen recalls: “I had been drinking all day. I’d lived in that room for a couple of days. Day and night. I had no business being on screen. Francis didn’t want me to do it, but I insisted. I was in front of the mirror. I made a chop. I was too close. I hit it and cut myself and Francis yelled ‘Cut!’ And I said, “no, keep rolling.” And he said, ‘No, you’re bleeding,’ and I said, “Yes, I know, let’s go on. I’m not hurt, I want to explore this.” Everyone in that film, at some juncture, faced their own personal Heart of Darkness, which almost drove some into madness.
The famous tiger scene with Frederic Forrest and Martin Sheen in the jungle was a mind-fucker. The tiger, named Gambi, had not been fed for a week. A stuntman dragged a live pig on a line of cord to serve as bait alongside the actors. “To me,” said Forrest, “that was the essence of the whole film in Vietnam – that look in the tiger’s eyes, the madness; it didn’t matter what you wanted, there was no reality any more – if that tiger wanted you, you were his.”
I had always been under the impression that the “shit-your-pants” tiger scene had been the cause of Martin Sheen’s heart attack while filming. He actually collapsed on the morning of March 5, 1977 while jogging. He had been living a jungle lifestyle mixed with copious amounts of liquor, cigarettes, and Jungle Madness. He almost died and was given his last rites. “I call it fragmentation,” said Sheen later when asked what caused the event. “There was a lot of responsibility on me that I was unable to carry. I was divided spiritually. I was almost non-existent, not in touch with my spirit at all. I was not in command of my own life.”
On May 19, 1976, the worst hurricane in forty years struck the Asian archipelago of the Philippines. Dubbed Typhoon Didang, or “Olga,” the tropical storm caused havoc throughout the islands, killing 140 Filipinos and leaving thousands more homeless. By early June, the production had been officially closed down, and most of the cast and crew were aboard planes taking them home to Europe and the US. By that time, the film was six weeks behind schedule and $2 million dollars over budget. But the many bouts of multiple individuals facing their own “Hearts of Darkness” to complete the film, still lay ahead.
However, the completed masterpiece went on to win the 1979 Palme d’Or at the Cannes Film Festival, has grossed well north of $100 million dollars worldwide, and has entered movie history as one of the greatest statements on the folly of war.
To learn more fascinating anecdotes and voluminous behind-the-scenes details and juicy gossip about the production, I strongly recommend this book. Not only for admirers of the film itself, but for cinema lovers of all stripes.