I'm not sure how good of a film this is. I generally enjoyed it. Ebert despises Kubrick for placing any shard of heroism on Alex, and for assuming that the audience will be pleased with the ending, the return to treachery. He wasn't. I was! Parts of this movie seem amazing; parts disgusting; and parts altogether weak, and boring, and without purpose. I'll call this a poor film but for its invention, namely visual style, musical element, and lingual brilliance by Burgess. I have read the book, and I do consider the language wonderful and fascinating. Kubrick's dealing of the first part of the movie is tremendous and innovative. The rest of it falls short, some of it tiring, most of it aimless. I didn't see much Kubrick in this film, unfortunately. There's the classical music and the grotesque and the pairing of the two, but I'd have taken pleasure in a stronger personal stamp from the great filmmaker.
My first experience of the film was magical. My second was gutwrenching and awful. My third - and here we are - was mildly amusing.
2/4, for the legend Kubrick's outfield project.
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