Leveling and unleveling of the ego in Full Metal Jacket essays

Leveling and unleveling of the ego in Full Metal Jacket essays Leveling and unleveling of the ego in Full Metal Jacket This movie is different from all that I ¡ve considered till now to be good war movies, like The Patriot, Saving Private Ryan, The Platoon or Braveheart. The proper word that would describe my first impression at seeing the movie would be 'shock ¡, because I felt that it said in a loud and ironical voice all that we think about war. From the first scene in the barbershop, where the new recruits are having their heads shaved in military style and to the last scene, when the marines are marching into the night singing a song about Mickey Mouse, the movie impresses with its sense of real life. Also, Kubrick has no hero in his film, only one protagonist and that ¡s the collective mind of American marines. The movie has two parts. The shifting to the second part is done rather abruptly (just like the beginning), the viewers expecting to see an explanation or maybe the consequences of Pyle ¡s suicide, or even the end of the movie. But the two parts are linked together by the presence of one character, Private Joker and, although he is not the central character, he is an important one because he represents the duality of human nature. Also, he is the one we have to talk about when speaking of the leveling and the unleveling of the ego. The movie opens with an unusual scene. Me, as a viewer, I didn ¡t know how to react: to laugh at that stupid song that said  ¡Goodbye, my sweetheart, hello, Vietnam ¡ or to try to figure out what was on the minds of those men from looking at their serious faces. Well, not all of them were serious. Since the first scene, we can distinguish two men who have a sort a grin on their faces: is it a stupid one, an ironical one or is it just as expressionless as the other faces? We discover this out in the next scene where in comes sergeant Hartman, a Drill Instructor at the Marine boot camp from Paris Island, South Carolina, where all these men ...