Two movies about long boat trips, where are protagonists decide into obsessive madness, and the journeys are a metaphor for the existential struggles of man. Real date night stuff going on here.
With Apocalypse Now, Francis Ford Coppola really cemented his legacy for pushing the boundaries of filmmaking, and it nearly killed him. James Gray claims Lost City of Z nearly killed him as well, but I think he’s just being funny. Both movies can be seen as experiments from their respected directors as to whether they could actually pull off the insane in service of the art, and I think they are both successful.