Apocalypse Now: Now

This is the story of how a film about going insane... drove everyone insane. In 1967, a young, cynical John Milius heard the opening chords of Wagner and read Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness . He imagined Kurtz not as an ivory trader in the Congo, but as a Green Beret Colonel who had gone native in the Cambodian highlands. He wrote a draft called Apocalypse Now . It was visceral, poetic, and politically incorrect.

To speak of Apocalypse Now is to speak of two wars: the one in Vietnam, which it sought to dramatize, and the one in the Philippines, where director Francis Ford Coppola waged a daily battle against God, nature, and his own sanity. Apocalypse Now Now

Coppola had bet his entire fortune—his house, his Godfather residuals, everything—on this film. He built sets only to have typhoons (literal Typhoon Olga) wash them away. The Philippine military helicopters, rented for $2,000 an hour, would suddenly lift off mid-scene to fight actual communist rebels in the north. This is the story of how a film about going insane