This is one of but a few movies ever made that gets deeper and deeper each time you watch it.
I've first seen it some time during the 1980s. Oh, how we laughed. We dressed up and sang 'i'm singing in the rain' and considered it to be very funny indeed.
We watched it a couple of times in the 1990s, many times after it came out on DVD.
The more you know about the world, the more you understand nature and, especially, human nature, and the more specific subject matter portrayed in the movie, the harder the punchlines and punches land. This is not the kind of violence that numbs you down if you're at least partially right in your head. This is the kind of violence that makes you feel physically sick, and even though everything seems so over-the-top exaggerated it's cartoonish or Greek tragicomedy levels of far-out, this thing is pretty real and it wants to hit you right between the eyes.
This thing hits so many nerves if you go into it completely sober and wide awake, you'll consider carpal tunnel syndrome to be jolly good fun in comparison.
Who are the good guys in this movie? And what is it, really, that separates them from the naughty ones? How good could a bad guy ever become, be made? How bad could a good guy ever get, should he really let himself go? How much effort can human beings put into hurting others? What does it take to rehabilitate a murdering, raping, singing madman? What does it take to send anyone on a downward spiral of depravity?
I don't think Malcolm McDowell is alone as lead actor. There is something else that claims the number one slot for most screen time in this movie. It just seems to first exclusively manifest itself in Alex, but it's really omnipresent, omnipotent.
Who is to blame if a single individual goes on a killing rampage using reformed daddy preacher man's vast arsenal of guns?
What made a certain choice cut of today's youths enjoy repeatedly kicking the head of a downed, pretty much random opponent, until they've soiled their sneakers with blood and brain matter, which genuinely seems to make certain individuals very mad... or proud.
This movie came out 42 years ago. And yet, alas, it's still very much current issue.
I've first seen it some time during the 1980s. Oh, how we laughed. We dressed up and sang 'i'm singing in the rain' and considered it to be very funny indeed.
We watched it a couple of times in the 1990s, many times after it came out on DVD.
The more you know about the world, the more you understand nature and, especially, human nature, and the more specific subject matter portrayed in the movie, the harder the punchlines and punches land. This is not the kind of violence that numbs you down if you're at least partially right in your head. This is the kind of violence that makes you feel physically sick, and even though everything seems so over-the-top exaggerated it's cartoonish or Greek tragicomedy levels of far-out, this thing is pretty real and it wants to hit you right between the eyes.
This thing hits so many nerves if you go into it completely sober and wide awake, you'll consider carpal tunnel syndrome to be jolly good fun in comparison.
Who are the good guys in this movie? And what is it, really, that separates them from the naughty ones? How good could a bad guy ever become, be made? How bad could a good guy ever get, should he really let himself go? How much effort can human beings put into hurting others? What does it take to rehabilitate a murdering, raping, singing madman? What does it take to send anyone on a downward spiral of depravity?
I don't think Malcolm McDowell is alone as lead actor. There is something else that claims the number one slot for most screen time in this movie. It just seems to first exclusively manifest itself in Alex, but it's really omnipresent, omnipotent.
Who is to blame if a single individual goes on a killing rampage using reformed daddy preacher man's vast arsenal of guns?
What made a certain choice cut of today's youths enjoy repeatedly kicking the head of a downed, pretty much random opponent, until they've soiled their sneakers with blood and brain matter, which genuinely seems to make certain individuals very mad... or proud.
This movie came out 42 years ago. And yet, alas, it's still very much current issue.
