Sick? Insane? Twisted? Genius. All of the following words describe the Stanley Kubrick directed film "Clockwork Orange," the same film which introduced Malcolm McDowell to the world - for that +alone+ the film viewing public can be grateful. His portrayal of the hoodlum Alexander DeLarge (a young man whose principle interests are rap, ultraviolence, and Beethoven) is both powerful and disturbing. Simple minded Congresspersons and civil servants would like to no doubt blame the sick sad world we live in on films such as these; when in fact films like this are the magnifying glass through which society's ills are exposed to harsh light. Alex's own corrections officer is confounded - he has a good home, two parents, something of a brain on his head - why is he such a terror? There's no easy answer; and that rings just as true when you ask why Columbine High or why Oklahoma City. There's no one source, no one reason, and sometimes bad actions really can't be quantified. The film's solution to the Alex "problem" is both horrific and draconian: cure the ill by making the patient ill from the cure.
This film is great on many levels - social commentary, cinematogrophy, even the choice of soundtrack will strike a chord that will raise the hairs on the back of your neck. To not see this film once in your life, even as disturbing as it may be, is to do yourself a grave injustice.
This film is great on many levels - social commentary, cinematogrophy, even the choice of soundtrack will strike a chord that will raise the hairs on the back of your neck. To not see this film once in your life, even as disturbing as it may be, is to do yourself a grave injustice.