KURTZ
" I've seen horrors...horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call
me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that...But
you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is
necessary to those who do not know what horror means.
Horror. Horror has a face...And you must make a friend of horror. Horror and
moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared.
They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces...Seems
a thousand centuries ago...We went into a camp to innoculate the children.
We left the camp after we had innoculated the children for Polio, and this old
man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went
back there and they had come and hacked off every innoculated arm. There
they were in a pile...A pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried...
I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I
wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want
to forget. And then I realized...like I was shot...Like I was shot with a
diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead...And I thought:
My God...the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect,
genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were
stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not
monsters...These were men...trained cadres...these men who fought with
their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with
love...but they had the strength...the strength...to do that. If I had ten
divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You
have to have men who are moral...and at the same time who are able to
utilize their primordal instincts to kill without feeling...without passion...
without judgement...without judgement. Because it's judgement that
defeats us. "

KURTZ (to Willard)
"I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be.
And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go
to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything
you saw... Because there is nothing I detest more than the stench
of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you'll do this for me."

Excerto de "Apocalypse Now".

Um filme que, no seu gigantismo, e também através do seu intimismo, me continua a envolver e interrogar de forma única e radical. É muito mais que um filme de guerra...é um sonho um,um pesadelo,interrompido por momentos de lucidez "febril"... é a face da guerra.dos helicópteros,do napalm,das pranchas roubadas,do surf debaixo de fogo de morteiros,da aula de geopolítica na fazenda dos franceses.É um filme que me esgota,não de o ver mas de pensar sobre ele,cansa-me porque viajo para cada local onde ele vai.Todas as emoções humanas são ultrapassadas e fica o horror.O verdadeiro horror do "H"omem. Kurtz está acima dos homens pois compreendeu através da guerra o verdadeiro horror.O Apocalise de Kurtz é qualquer guerra.Seja ela na selva do Vietname,na areia do Iraque,nos escombros do WTC,nas praias da Normandia,nas ruínas de Estalinegrado ou de Berlim.O Apocalipse de Kurtz é o apocalipse de qualquer um de nós,numa situação em que tenhamos de matar. No fim, não fica a legitimidade ou não de matar. Não fica uma noção de guerra justa ou de qualquer sentido que se lhe queira dar. Fica o apocalipse humano, o horror e nada mais que isso.