Full Metal Jacket (1987)

Actors: Stanley Kubrick (director), Stanley Kubrick (writer), Stanley Kubrick (actor), Ed O'Ross (actor), Matthew Modine (actor), Stanley Kubrick (producer), Dorian Harewood (actor), Bruce Boa (actor), Adam Baldwin (actor), Arliss Howard (actor), Vincent D'Onofrio (actor), Sal Lopez (actor), R. Lee Ermey (actor), Marc Wolff (miscellaneous crew), R. Lee Ermey (miscellaneous crew),

Plot: A two-segment look at the effect of the military mindset and war itself on Vietnam era Marines. The first half follows a group of recruits in boot camp under the command of the punishing Gunnery Sergeant Hartman. The second half shows one of those recruits, Joker, covering the war as a correspondent for Stars and Stripes, focusing on the Tet offensive.

Keywords: 1960s, abuse, anti-war, army, army-life, barracks, based-on-book, based-on-novel, basic-training, beating
Genres: Drama, War,
Taglines: An Epic Story of the Vietnam War [Australia Theatrical] One rifle, one gun. One for killing, one for fun. In Vietnam The Wind Doesn't Blow It Sucks Vietnam can kill me, but it can't make me care Acclaimed by critics as the best war movie ever made Born to Kill

Quotes:

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the fuck down off of my obstacle! NOW! MOVE IT! Or I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Private Pyle, IF IT SHORT-DICKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO!

Private Joker: The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.

Crazy Earl: These are great days we're living, bros. We are jolly green giants, walking the Earth with guns. These people we wasted here today are the finest human beings we will ever know. After we rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting.

Private Joker: Are those... live rounds?::Private Gomer Pyle: Seven-six-two millimeter. Full metal jacket.

[last lines]::Private Joker: [voice-over] My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming Fuck Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I'm in a world of shit... yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Today... is Christmas! There will be a magic show at zero-nine-thirty! Chaplain Charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer Communism with the aid of God and a few Marines! God has a hard-on for Marines because we kill everything we see! He plays His games, we play ours! To show our appreciation for so much power, we keep heaven packed with fresh souls! God was here before the Marine Corps! So you can give your heart to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the Corps! Do you ladies understand?

Private Cowboy: Don't shit me, man!::Private Joker: I wouldn't shit you. You're my favorite turd!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [Hartman gives a speech to the graduating recruits] Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood. From now on until the day you die, wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. Most of you will go to Vietnam. Some of you will not come back. But always remember this: Marines die. That's what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever. And that means YOU live forever.

[first lines]::Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". Do you maggots understand that?::Recruits: [In unison in a normal speaking tone] Sir, yes Sir.::Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!::Recruits: [In unison, much louder] SIR, YES SIR!::Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You will be a minister of death praying for war. But until that day you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. Do you maggots understand that?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private?::Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir.::Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high!