
1979
This is what happens when Coppola puts his own money into an obsession of his without writing a screenplay, just scribbling on the margins of his worn-out copy of Heart of Darkness by Conrad. One of the most amazing experience of mine would probably remain watching Robert Duval be the cigar-totting face of the Military Industrial Complex. Nonchalant, cartoonish, apathetic. While a skinhead Brando pouring water on his head and monologuing would be one of the most surreal experiences of…