Things are sad here.
This is a war.
Pieczenik has outlined it as both biological warfare and psychological warfare.
How to keep morale high?
Maybe you love someone.
Or maybe you’re just attracted to them.
But as you see them leave in a hurry, you wonder whether it might be the last time.
Are we winning?
Are we gonna make it back home?
Everything is shot to shit.
The DJ is lonely.
But quite possibly a genius.
And so you can see how Robin Williams might have committed suicide.
The Great Pretender.
Tears of a Clown.
Death of a Clown.
Drugs have taken hold.
Not the gentle breasts of the opium den, but the annihilation of heroin.
Even the General smokes.
Because you don’t know how many days you have left.
One minute you’re fine.
The next you get blown up by the Vietcong.
Or the virus gets in your lungs.
In times of great distress (to paraphrase), comedians are needed.
“We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.”
Willy Wonka said that.
As he grabbed Veruca Salt’s impudent mouth.
Cash is getting low.
Grapes of Wrath.
But we hang on.
With our radios.
And our MacBooks.
To have a zany DJ.
On a boring street.
In a tense environment.
Theater of war.
Perhaps with more knowledge comes more sadness.
But the heart needs to heal.
The psychic energy has been vomited up.
The emetic was psychological.
And now I feel wasted.
I will press on.
I am 43 years old.
There are good things about me.
I recognize what society sees as my shortcomings.
But I am on ice.
And yet it is temporary.
I was never cut out for the military.
And neither was Adrian Cronauer.
But there are many subgroups in the military.
Many ingenious ways by which to put creative individuals to work.
If the totality of war is fully understood.
Break the rules.
Skirt the rules.
Emphasis on play.
Cronauer is a bit like Alex Jones.
Which makes sense.
When one sees the admiration Steve Pieczenik has for Alex Jones.
Not just anyone can get in front of a mic and do that.
We get a bit of Stripes here (rehashed).
Do the right thing.
Make true friends.
Be a good person.
Watch how your life achieves harmony.
Gimme Some Truth.
The pointless pursuit of the unattainable.
Sadness in human history.
In a foreign land.
Where no shops are open.
Where there are no places to congregate.
Our job is important.
We fall into a niche which is not easily defined.
The most electric scenes here directed by Barry Levinson are those of Robin Williams at work.
You can feel the energy.
He plays off the reactions of his crew.
And the camera captures the frenzy with a shaking electricity.
Back in the real world, we must decide whether to go on being DJs and clowns.
Many dead ends.
And a broken heart.
A heavy heart.
But God says, “I got you, dawg.”
And we take this as gospel truth.