A Clockwork Orange
On the summer of my last school year, a few weeks before starting university, I decided I wanted to dive deep into movies and expand my taste beyond what MBC 2 (the go to movie channel at the time) had to offer. That’s when I discovered Amélie, which quickly became one of my all-time favorites… and on that same weekend, I also watched this on my new laptop.
To say I was traumatized would be an understatement.
Everything about it felt new, bizarre, sick, and completely taboo to me. I was genuinely baffled that something like this could even exist.
Fast forward 10 years later, and on a rewatch… it’s not nearly as fucked as I remember it. In fact, A Clockwork Orange is a masterful work, and I appreciate it so much more now.
The contrast between the beautiful classical music, the perfectly composed shots, the beautiful backgrounds and the absolutely horrific acts on screen is so jarring, yet it works in such a strange harmony that you can’t look away.
I think it’s safe to say I’m a huge Stanley Kubrick fan now. I’m always amazed at how he can jump between completely different genres and stories and still deliver something that feels so distinct, so uniquely Kubrick, and so masterful every single time.