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The battles behind Francis Ford Coppola's surreal war movie are well-documented: the nightmarish, multiyear shoot; star Martin Sheen's heart attack and recovery; a cackling press corps that sharpened its knives for a turkey of epic proportions. Coppola would have the last laugh. So much of the vocabulary of the modern-day war picture comes from this movie, an operatic Vietnam-set tragedy shaped out of whirring helicopter blades, Wagnerian explosions, purple haze and Joseph Conrad's colonialist fantasia Heart of Darkness. Fans of the Godfather director, so pivotal to the 1970s, know this to be his last fully realized work; connoisseurs of the war movie see it (correctly) as his second all-out masterpiece.
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Stop snickering: There's a real reason why this sci-fi actioner is so high on our list. Never before (and probably never again) had the monied apparatus of Hollywood been so co-opted to make a subversive comment about its own fascist impulses. Director Paul Verhoeven cackled all the way to the box office as giant bugs were exterminated by gorgeous, empty-headed bimbos; when Neil Patrick Harris showed up near the end of the movie in a full-length Nazi trench coat, the in-joke was practically outed. Source novelist Robert Heinlein meant his militaristic tale sincerely; meanwhile, the blithe destruction of humankind on display here could only be intended as a sharp critique, both of soldiering and of popular tastes. Return to it with fresh eyes.
Pervy Dutch director Paul Verhoeven is better known for Basic Instinct and Showgirls, but war movies are his true métier. In this deliciously plotted WWII survival tale (a comeback of sorts for the Hollywood exile), a hotcha Jewish singer becomes a spy, a freedom fighter and a bed partner of Nazis. Talented Carice van Houten commits fully.
To audience members in love with the sea, this movie, taken from three of Patrick O'Brian's popular Napoleonic War novels, will rank much higher. At its heart is the Kirk-Spock relationship between Russell Crowe's fearless captain and Paul Bettany's thoughtful doctor. The naval battles are an action fan's wet dream.
Alas! the scene was soon to change, and trials awaited that spiritwhich, in the midst of sunshine, had so beautifully striven to prepareitself a shelter from the storm. The two brothers of Miss Aguilar, whomshe tenderly loved, left the paternal roof to be placed far from theirfamily at school. Her mother's health necessitated a painful anddangerous operation; and from that time, for several years, alternatehopes and fears, through long and dreary watchings beside the sick-bedof that beloved mother, became the portion of her gifted child. But eventhis depressing and arduous change in the duties of her existence didnot suspend her literary pursuits and labors. She profited by all theintervals she could command, and wrote the tale of the "Martyr," the"Spirit of Judaism," and "Israel Defended;" the latter translated fromthe French at the earnest request of a friend, and printed only forprivate circulation. The "Magic Wreath," a little poetical work, and thefirst our authoress ever published, dedicated to the Right Honorable theCountess of Munster, also appeared about this time.
Edward, full of glee at being permitted to see her again, boundedjoyfully into the room, but the fearful change in that beloved face sostartled and terrified him, that he uttered a loud cry, and throwinghimself beside her, sobbed upon her bosom. Mrs. Fortescue was fearfullyagitated, but she conjured her sister not to take him from her, and herheavy eyes wandered painfully round the room in search of Ellen.
Eleanor was at a gay ball the night of her arrival, and Mrs. Hamiltonrequested she might not be informed of it till the following day. Abouthalf an hour before her usual hour of rising after such scenes, sheentered her sister's room. All around her lay the ornaments of theprevious evening, looking so strange, gaudy, and faded in the darkenedroom, and judged by the calmer feelings of the morning. A sensation ofintense depression crept over Emmeline as she gazed, increasing as shelooked on the face of the sleeper, which, divested of its unnaturalbloom, looked so fearfully wan and haggard. Her beautiful hair lay intangled masses on her damp brow, and as Emmeline gently tried to removeit, Eleanor started and awoke.
A malignant fever broke out in the British settlement where ColonelFortescue was stationed; his wife and children were with him, and,dreadfully alarmed, Eleanor determined to remove with her children tosome less unhealthy spot. The colonel willingly consented; but beforetheir hasty preparations were concluded Ellen sickened. Alarm forEdward, however, so engrossed the mother, that she appeared incapable ofany other thought. In vain Colonel Fortescue urged that his son would besafe with the friends who had promised to take charge of him, and whowere on the point of leaving the city; that there were none on whom hecould depend so to tend the little sufferer as not to require a guidinghead, and she knew how impossible it was for him to be with his childas his heart prompted. He urged, entreated, commanded in vain, Mrs.Fortescue was inexorable. She declared that the idea of her son beingaway from her at such a time would drive her mad; and as for duty, onechild demanded her care as much as another; that her husband might notcare about thus exposing her to infection, but she really thought, forEdward's sake, it was her duty to take care of herself. It might benothing to the colonel or Ellen whether she lived or died, but to Edwardit was a great deal; and so as she must choose between them, she wouldgo with him who loved her best, and who would be miserable without her.The haughty, angry tone with which she spoke, the unjust taunt, rousedevery indignant feeling, and Colonel Fortescue said more in that momentof irritation than he could have believed possible. But it only awakenedthe cold, sustaining pride which Eleanor always called to her aid whenconscience smote her, and she departed with her son, hardening everybetter feeling, and rousing anger against her husband and child toconquer the suffering of self-reproach. But when many miles from thecity of death, and there were no fears for Edward, anxiety andwretchedness so assailed her, that pride itself gave way. To communicatewith the infected city was difficult, and very infrequent, and again andagain did she wish that she had remained.
To Edward, though the death of his father had caused him much childishgrief, still more perhaps from sympathy with the deep suffering of hismother, than a perfect consciousness of his own heavy loss, the mannerin which he died was to him a source of actual pride. He had alwaysloved the histories of heroes, military and naval, and gloried in theidea that his father had been one of them, and died as they did, bravelyfighting against superior numbers, and in the moment of a gloriousvictory. He had never seen death, and imagined not all the attendanthorrors of such a one; and how that Ellen could never even hear the wordwithout shuddering he could not understand, nor why she should always sopainfully shrink from the remotest reference to that night, which wasonly associated in his mind with emotions of pleasure. In the tediousvoyage of nearly six months (for five-and-twenty years ago the voyagefrom India to England was not what it is now), the character of Edwardshone forth in such noble coloring as almost to excuse his mother'sidolatry, and win for him the regard of passengers and crew. CaptainCameron had impressed on his mind that he now stood in his father'splace to his mother and sister; and as the idea of protecting is alwaysa strong incentive to manliness in a boy, however youthful, Edward wellredeemed the charge, so devoting himself not only to his mother, but toEllen, that her affection for him redoubled, as did her mistaken idea ofhis vast superiority.
The blue-eyed, fair-haired, graceful, little Emmeline, not only theyoungest of the family, but, from her slight figure, delicate, smallfeatures, and childish manner, appearing even much younger than she was,was indeed a source of joy and love to all, seeming as if sorrow, exceptfor others, could not approach her. She had indeed much that required acarefully guiding hand, in a yielding weakness of disposition, indolenthabit in learning, an unrestrained fancy, and its general accompaniment,over-sensitiveness of feeling, but so easily guided by affection, andwith a disposition so sweet and gentle, that a word from her mother wasalways enough. Mrs. Hamilton had little fears for her, except, indeed,as for the vast capability of individual suffering which such adisposition engendered, in those trials which it was scarcely possibleshe might hope to pass through life without. There was only onesafeguard, one unfailing comfort, for a character like hers, and thatwas a deep ever-present sense of religion, which untiringly, and yetmore by example than by precept, her parents endeavored to instill.Greatly, indeed, would both Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton have been astonished,had they been told that the little girl, Ellen Fortescue, who to bothwas such an enigma, and who was seemingly in all things so utterlyunlike their Emmeline, was in natural disposition exactly the same;and that the vast difference in present and future character simplyarose from the fact, that the early influences of the one were sorrowand neglect, and of the other, happiness and love.
Our readers have, perhaps, discovered that Percy, this day was not quiteas lively as usual. If they have not his mother did; for, strange tosay, he walked by her side silent and dispirited. His thoughtlessnessvery often led him into error and its disagreeable consequences; and,fearing this had again been the case, she playfully inquired the causeof his most unusual abstraction. He colored, but evaded the question,and successfully roused himself to talk. His mother was not anxious, forshe had such perfect confidence in him, that she know if he hadcommitted error, he would redeem it, and that his own good feelings andhigh principles would prevent its recurrence.