This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Le bruit d'hélicoptères se rapproche. La jungle tremble, vascille. This is the end ... le napalm se répand et dévore la vie dans un feu immense. La seule chose qui demeure est odeur d'essence, l'odeur de la victoire.
Plongés dans un univers loufoque et burlesque, les personnages que nous présente Coppola sont résolument fous. De jeunes gens frustrés, partis trop tôt à la guerre et mis face à la mort prématurément. Alors qu'ils ne pensent qu'à surfer et à rouler en décapotable, ils rencontrent une jungle hostile, des commandants tarés, et ce bruit incessant d'hélocoptères qui prospectent.
La caméra de Coppola se fait la leur. Elle virevolte dans les ballets aériens, elle s'engouffre dans les fumées multicolores. La musique réappuye la folie et nous livre des sons dérangents, psychédéliques presque. Les lumières sont ceux d'un cirque itinaréant, éclairant lugubrement les futurs cadavres, ces jeunes pantins débarqués Dieu ne sait d'où.
La guerre est source de folie.
Et pourtant, APOCALYPSE NOW ne s'arrête pas là . C'est que, au bout du voyage initiatique le long du fleuve, alors que la civilisation se retire pour laisser place aux plus profonds archaïsmes, nous découvrons la clef du film. Il est là , avec son crane chauve, qui -tel un croissant de lune- émerge des ténèbres. Il est la guerre même, la folie par excellence.
Ainsi, dans un des plus beaux finals du cinéma, et, en tous les cas, le plus métaphysique, Coppola nous semble dire que si la guerre est source de folie, la folie est bien la source des actes les plus meurtiers et de
la guerre elle-même.
En attendant, Satan erre toujours relàché de sa prison, et il s'en va séduire les nations qui sont aux quatre coins de la terre. Comme un feu, ceux qu'il a séduit descendent du ciel et dévorent tout sur leur passage.
[Apocalypse de Jean]
Divin!
