Film review - A Clockwork Orange

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Film review – A Clockwork Orange                                            John Witherspoon 13GP                     

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   I don’t know about you, but I find there is something deliciously enticing about a banned film. Why, the word “banned” itself has the ability to turn heads and encourage enormous followings. Upon hearing it the perverse filmgoer in me immediately has a strong desire to see what he is made of, to test his nerves and stomach by seeing that which SHOULD NOT be seen… as soon as possible. It is for this reason that The Exorcist haunted my dreams long before I had watched it, and upon hearing of a gang of “ultra-violent” hoodlums, doing as they please in the dysfunctional society of London in - Oh God - the future, I knew I had to see A Clockwork Orange.

   The film was finally re-released to an eruption of controversy in 1999, having lurked in the shadows for 3 decades. Due to a series of “copycat” crimes throughout the country, allegedly inspired by the film, it was banned in 1972 by its American director Stanley Kubrick himself, whom until his dying day claimed that the film had been “totally misunderstood”.    

    So what was all the fuss about? Hungrily I procured a copy on video with some difficulty, being aged only 12. In the first of what was to become many, many viewings, I sat alone, fully prepared to have my brain physically crushed by a dark, malevolent force from which no one could escape. Frankly I was hugely disappointed. By today’s standards, not only had the film’s so-called “ultra” violence been over-hyped for me, but the death toll straggled at a tame and rather embarrassing one. I was also totally baffled by the language, some kind of English-Russian-slang hybrid invented in the novel and spoken by Protagonist gang-leader Alex and his ridiculously dressed “droogs.” On the whole the film struck me as a pretentious and wacky waste of my time and all that excitement.

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   Little did I know that in a few years time I would see the film again, and was to fall completely in love with it. At 16 I was no longer simply searching in vain to be shocked. I realised that in today’s culture we are simply spoilt for choice in the ways of sex, drugs and violence on screen. We only have to consider Quentin Tarantino’s gems Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs to see these so-called taboo’s in their abundance. Not proudly, it had become clear that even at 12 I had been invincible. Now I was ready to ...

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