The buzz of clippers, and identity falls to the floor. This is Parris Island, where fluorescent lights hiss over a ritual of shaming. Recruits circle Private Leonard Pyle, their towels packed with soap, punishing him for a jelly doughnut. This is where Stanley Kubrick’s Full Metal Jacket begins—not with a gunshot, but with the systematic dismantling of the individual. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman b...
