Witness the glorious beginning of one of my favourite films ever watched by me alone on a computer in suburban Sydney. A Clockwork Orange.
It’s dark, it’s violent, graphic and disturbing, especially so for a movie released in 1971, but while that kept a warped mind like mine interested, the things that really got me were the surrealism, dialogue and music.
The universe is awesome. Imagine what a fairly clever person in the early 1970s would imagine Britain being like in the future, then add in some quasi-post-socialist imagery and make it weird. People drink narcotic laced milk at milkbars, dress in spandex bodysuits, with rinsed hair and erotic artwork is everywhere. Refreshingly a lot of the world is still comfortably conservative, police wear the traditional uniforms, businessmen wear suits and ties, London’s still got the Thames etc. Director Stanley Kubrick hasn’t gone overboard in that regard bless him.
The way the main character, De Large, speaks is amazing. A sort of jargon, argot, slanguage thingy heavily laced with anglicised Russian words, gypsy slang, baby talk and delivered in the style of the King James Bible. For an amateur linguistic like myself it was a wet dream.
And the music! Oh, the music. The title music in the clip is utterly awesome, and the appropriately placed classical music throughout the film makes A Clockwork Orange what it is. Amazing and classic.
That’s enough from me. Don’t want to give the whole movie away. It’s not for the fainthearted, but for hardened minds disenfranchised with reality and society, nostalgic for times gone past and times never to be, and all open minded surrealist linguists, this film will definitely be a favourite. Five stars.