I watched Platoon for the first time in a very long time last night. The film was very good to begin with (winning the 1987 Academy Awards for Best Picture and Best Director), and I think it's passed the test of time, especially with other superb war movies having come out since then, such as Saving Private Ryan. What really strikes me about this movie now, though, is what an all-star cast Oliver Stone had assembled. Most of these guys were relative unknowns then, but many have become outstanding actors over the years, including Forest Whitaker and a very young Captain Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp).
Well, here I am, anonymous all right. With guys nobody really cares about. They come from the end of the line, most of 'em. Small towns you never heard of: Pulaski, Tennessee; Brandon, Mississippi; Pork Van, Utah; Wampum, Pennsylvania. Two years' high school's about it, maybe if they're lucky a job waiting for them back at a factory, but most of 'em got nothing. They're poor, they're the unwanted, yet they're fighting for our society and our freedom. It's weird, isn't it? They're the bottom of the barrel and they know it. Maybe that's why they call themselves grunts, cause a grunt can take it, can take anything. They're the best I've ever seen, Grandma. The heart & soul.
Are you smoking this shit so's to escape from reality? Me, I don't need this shit. I am reality.
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