Not a movie review, but a complaint.

For the first half of the movie, Nachmu was ticked off. It wasn't entertaining at all, and it certainly wasn't living up to "cult movie" hype. It's like The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper album: people who were turned on to it because of its novelty have never realized that it's merely a pop album with a few catchy tracks. Abbey Road, yes, Sergeant Pepper, no. Likewise A Clockwise Orange. Once Alex's friends betrayed him, the movie became interesting, almost entertaining, but nothing could possibly win the movie over for me after that dreadful first 45 minutes.

The final act, of course, sucks, but it was much better than the first half because I paused the movie, went out, had a few beers, and resumed watching it, just for the sake of being able to claim, at the pearly gates, where they ask these things, that I have seen the blasted waste of celluloid.

Stanley Kubrik is the little girl who had a little curl right upon her forehead. I assure you, this movie has all the depth of a fast-draining sink under a low-flow faucet. It should have been banned, as it originally was, if only to spare Western Civilization from this failed experiment.

Pray God that, after our civilization passes away and our successors millennia from now are decoding our digital pottery shards, A Clockwork Orange remains undecipherable. We should be embarrassed for all eternity. And to think: some people appreciate this movie as substantial commentary! Ye gods!