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| Year: | 1971 |
| Rating: | 8.5(193088) |
| Listed in: | Crime, Drama, Sci-Fi |
| Directed by: | Stanley Kubrick |
| Actors: | Malcolm McDowell Patrick Magee Michael Bates Warren Clarke John Clive Adrienne Corri |
| "Being the adventures of a young man ... who couldn't resist pretty girls ... or a bit of the old ultra-violence ... went to jail, was re-conditioned ... and came out a different young man ... or was he ?" | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
|---|---|
| Stanley Kubrick | |
| Actors | |
| Malcolm McDowell | as Alex/Alexander DeLarge/Alex Burgess |
| Patrick Magee | as Mr Alexander |
| Michael Bates | as Chief Guard |
| Warren Clarke | as Dim |
| John Clive | as Stage Actor |
| Carl Duering | as Dr. Brodsky |
| Paul Farrell | as Tramp |
| Clive Francis | as Lodger |
| Michael Gover | as Prison Governor |
| James Marcus | as Georgie |
| Aubrey Morris | as Deltoid |
| Godfrey Quigley | as Prison Chaplain |
| John Savident | as Conspirator |
| Anthony Sharp | as Minister |
| Philip Stone | as Dad |
| Steven Berkoff | as Det. Const. Tom |
| Lindsay Campbell | as Police Inspector |
| Michael Tarn | as Pete |
| David Prowse | as Julian (Frank Alexander's bodyguard) |
| Barrie Cookson | |
| Peter Burton | |
| John J. Carney | as Detective sergeant |
| Richard Connaught | as Billy Boy (gang leader) |
| Lee Fox | as Desk Sergeant |
| Craig Hunter | as Doctor |
| Neil Wilson | as Prison Check-in Officer |
| Robert Bruce | as Milkbar Bouncer |
| Norman Gay | as BBC Producer |
| Pat Roach | as Milkbar Bouncer |
| Actresses | |
| Adrienne Corri | as Mrs. Alexander |
| Miriam Karlin | as Catlady |
| Sheila Raynor | as Mum |
| Madge Ryan | as Dr. Branom |
| Pauline Taylor | as Psychiatrist |
| Margaret Tyzack | as Conspirator |
| Jan Adair | as Handmaiden in Bible Fantasy |
| Gaye Brown | as Sophisto (in the Korova Milkbar) |
| Vivienne Chandler | as Handmaiden in Bible Fantasy |
| Prudence Drage | as Handmaiden in Bible fantasy |
| Carol Drinkwater | as Nurse Feeley |
| Cheryl Grunwald | as Rape Victim in Film |
| Gillian Hills | as Sonietta |
| Shirley Jaffe | as Victim of Billy Boy's gang |
| Virginia Wetherell | as Stage Actress |
| Katya Wyeth | as Girl in Ascot Fantasy |
| Katharina Kubrick | as Girl Passing Alex in Record Store |
| Barbara Scott | as Marty |
Movie info
| Languages: | English |
| Filming dates: | October 1970 - April 1971 |
| Budget: | USD 2,200,000 |
| Gross: |
USA - 26,589,355 USD (1972) UK - 618,615 GBP (19 March 2000) Australia - 374,742 AUD (1988) Hong Kong - 1,758,303 HKD (1980) Italy - 1,010,300,000 ITL (1983) Spain - 3,469,718 EUR (20 December 2002) West Germany - 8,000,000 USD (1972) |
| Plot: | Alex, a violent juvenile in the near future, is caught after a number of brutal rapes and murders. While imprisoned, he submits to a controversial experiment to make criminals ill at the mildest suggestion of violence or conflict. Now Alex's victims want to welcome him back into society with the same enthusiasm he has always exhibited when performing his crimes. |
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Original Soundtracks
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"Symphony No.9 in D Minor, Opus 125" Composed by Ludwig van Beethoven Recorded by Deutsche Grammophon "The Thieving Magpie Overture" Composed by Gioachino Rossini Recorded by Deutsche Grammophon "William Tell Overture" Composed by Gioachino Rossini Recorded by Deutsche Grammophon "I Want to Marry a Lighthouse Keeper" Written by Erika Eigen Performed by Erika Eigen "Singin' In the Rain" Written by Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown Performed by Gene Kelly "Overture to the Sun" Composed by Terry Tucker "March from Funeral Music for Queen Mary'" (uncredited) Written by 'Henry Purcell (1659-1695) Arranged and Performed by Wendy Carlos on synthesizer "Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1" Composed by Edward Elgar Conducted by Marcus Dods "Pomp and Circumstance March No. 4" Composed by Edward Elgar Conducted by Marcus Dods |
Goofs
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Crew: In the music store, the camera is briefly reflected in the mirrors to the right. Crew: When Alex and the Cat Lady are fighting at the house, the shadow of the camera can be seen on each of them. Revealing mistakes: SPOILER: When Alex jumps out of the window, the camera view gives the impression that we are seeing Alex's view of the onrushing ground. However, he does a flip, winding up with his back pointing to the ground so the camera angle is inconsistent. SYNC: When the rampaging Alex is performing "Singing In The Rain," leaning over Frank, his mouth is not moving. FAIR: Many of the continuity errors are not in fact errors. Stanley Kubrick purposely included many continuity errors as a way of creating a feeling of disorientation for the audience. That is why people's positions change, props are reorganized, and hats (and other articles of clothing) appear and disappear. CHAR: Alex's last name is inconsistent (see trivia). When he goes into jail, he gives his name as DeLarge, but the newspaper articles call him Burgess. Revealing mistakes: The wine Alex drinks appears far too light in color to be a 10 year old Medoc. Stanley Kubrick did use the actual wine described by Alex (specifically a 1960 Chateau Beau Site Haut Vignoble). But after each take water was added, ostensibly to keep the wine level consistent without intoxicating Malcolm McDowell. By the time Kubrick got what he wanted the wine was visibly watered down. CHAR: Devochka, the Russian word for a little girl who has not yet developed, is used throughout the movie to denote a grown-up, sexually mature woman. Debushka is the term for that. Revealing mistakes: When the brutal police try to drown Alex in the water trough, you can tell that the water has been warmed because there is steam coming from it. SYNC: When the two policemen try to drown Alex in the water trough, we can still hear his voice unimpeded. Revealing mistakes: At the beginning of the movie, it's cold enough to see the breath of Alex and the droogs, but when the tramp is speaking, we don't see his breath. Revealing mistakes: SPOILER: After Alex tries to kill himself, we see him in the hospital and he appears to have a bathing suit (or gym shorts) tan line. Continuity: When Alex and the Cat Lady begin their 'fight', the panning camera reveals that there are no cats in the room - despite the fact that there were up to a dozen of them present just before they started, and there were no open doors for them to have left by. |
Quotes
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Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver so had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for wakening. Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit? Minister: As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public verdict. Do you understand, Alex? Have I made myself clear? Alex: As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred. Alex: Initiative comes to thems that wait. Alex: What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolent. Alex: We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure. Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well. [first lines] Alex: There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence. Alex: One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old drunkie, howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking, rotten guts. I could never stand to see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like this one was. Alex: Ho, ho, ho! Well, if it isn't fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou! Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage. Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van. Alex: Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Deltoid! [Alex has just struck Dim on the legs] Dim: What did you do that for? Alex: For being a bastard with no manners, and not a dook of an idea how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother. Dim: I don't like you should do what you done, and I'm not your brother no more and wouldn't want to be. Alex: Watch that. Do watch that, O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou dost wish. Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime, not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. Well, it stands to reason I won't have it. Alex: A nozh scrap any time you say. Dim: Doobidoob. A bit tired, maybe. Best not to say more. Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka. Right, right? [listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony] Alex: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures! Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited. Alex: As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside, but thinking all the time - Now it was to be Georgie the general, saying what we should do and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless greeding bulldog. But suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones, and that the oomny ones use like, inspiration and what Bog sends. Now it was lovely music that came into my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do. Minister: [addressing the audience] But enough of words, actions speak louder than. Action now. Observe all. Frank Alexander: Who on Earth could that be? Mrs. Alexander: I'll go and see. Billy Boy: Lets get 'em boys! [Alex encounters his old friends, who are now police] Alex: It's impossible! I can't believe it! Georgie: Evidence of the ol' glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police! Alex: Hi, hi, hi there! At last we meet. Our brief govoreet through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory, yes? Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy old soomka! Frank Alexander: Food alright? Alex: Great sir, great! Frank Alexander: Try the wine! [about his wife] Frank Alexander: She was very badly raped, you see! We were assaulted by a gang of vicious, young, hoodlums in this house! In this very room you are sitting in now! I was left a helpless cripple, but for her the agony was too great! The doctor said it was pneumonia; because it happened some months later! During a flu epidemic! The doctors told me it was pneumonia, but I knew what it was! A VICTIM OF THE MODERN AGE! Poor, poor girl! Alex: The Durango '95 purred away a real horrowshow - a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. And soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark. P.R. Deltoid: I've just come from the hospital; your victim has died. Alex: You try to frighten me. Admit so, sir. This is some new form of torture. Say it, Brother Sir. P.R. Deltoid: It'll be your own torture. I hope to God it'll torture you to madness. Alex: No time for the old in-out, love, I've just come to read the meter. Female Psychaitrist: I'm going to show you a picture, and you tell me what that person might say. Alex: Oh Female Psychaitrist: Let's Begin [Changes to a slide with two people looking at a peacock] "Isn't the plumage beautiful?" Alex: I'm supposed to say what the other person would say? Female Psychaitrist: Yes, just tell me the first thing that comes to your mind. Alex: Cabbages, knickers, It hasn't got A BEAK! Female Psychaitrist: Good. [Changes slides to a man climbing into a naked woman's bedroom] "What do you want?" Alex: No time for the ol' in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter! Female Psychaitrist: Alright. Alex: [laughs] Female Psychaitrist: [Changes slide to woman handing bird eggs to a man] "You can do whatever you like with these. Alex: Eggiweggs. I would like... to smash them. And pick them up, and THROW- [moves injured arm] OW! Fucking hell! So did I pass? Psychiatrist: [showing Alex the first slide] Isn't the plummage beautiful? Alex: I just have to say what the other person would say? Psychiatrist: Yes. Alex: [repeating the question] Isn't the plummage beautiful? Psychiatrist: Yes, well don't think about it too long. Just say the first thing that pops into your mind. Alex: Eggiwegs! I would like... to smash them! Alex: You know what you can do with that watch? Stick it up your arse! [last lines] Alex: I was cured, all right! Prison Chaplain: Goodness is something to be chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man. Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen. [Alex has the tramp pinned down] Tramp: Well, go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this! Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it? Tramp: It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore! It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, it's no world for an old man any longer. What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon, and men spinning around the earth, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more. [He starts singing another song, and Alex and his droogs proceed to beat him] Alex: I've suffered the tortures of the damned, sir [with innocent reinforcement] - tortures of the damned. Chief Guard Barnes: Are you able to see the white line painted on the floor directly behind you, Six-Double-Five-Three-Two-One? Alex: Yes, sir. Chief Guard Barnes: Then your toes belong on the *other* side of it! [Alex chats up two girls sucking penis-shaped lollies] Alex: Enjoying that are you my darlin'? Bit cold and pointless isn't it my lovely? What's happened to yours my little sister? [Staring at Alex's penis] Chief Guard Barnes: Are you now, or have you ever been a homosexual? Prison Chaplain: What's it going to be, eh? Is it going to be in and out of institutions like this? Well, more in and out for most of ya! Or are you going to attend to the Divine Word and realise the punishments that await unrepentant sinners in the next world as well as this? A lot of idiots you are, selling your own birthright for a saucer of cold porridge! The thrill of theft! Of violence! The urge to live easy! Well, I ask you what is it worth when we have undeniable truth - yes! Incontrovertible evidence that Hell exists! I know! I know my friends! I have been informed in visions that there is a place darker than any prison, hotter than any flame of human fire, where souls of unrepentant criminal sinners like yourselves...! [an inmate belches, prompting the rest to laugh] Prison Chaplain: Don't you laugh, damn you! Don't you laugh! I say like yourselves scream in endless and unendurable agony! Their skin rotting and peeling! A fireball spinning in their screaming guts! I know! Oh yes, I know! [Another inmate makes a raspberry noise, prompting them to laugh again] Chief Guard Barnes: Pick that up and put it down properly! Prison Chaplain: Choice! The boy has not a real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. The insincerity was clear to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice. Minister: Padre, there are subtleties! We are not concerned with motives, with the higher ethics. We are concerned only with cutting down crime and with relieving the ghastly congestion in our prisons. He will be your true Christian, ready to turn the other cheek, ready to be crucified rather than crucify, sick to the heart at the thought of killing a fly. Reclamation! Joy before the angels of God! The point is that it works. Minister: What crime did you commit? Alex: The accidental killing of a person, sir. Chief Guard Barnes: He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir! Minister: Excellent. He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He'll do. Governor: Well, fine, we could still look at C-block... Minister: No, no, no. That's enough. He's perfect. I want his records sent to me. This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition. Alex: Thank you very much for this chance, sir. Minister: Let's hope you make the most of it, my boy. Alex: No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! This is sin! It's a sin, it's a sin, it's a sin! Dr. Brodsky: Sin? What's all this about sin? Alex: That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music! Dr. Branom: Are you referring to the background score? Alex: Yes. Dr. Branom: You've heard Beethoven before? Alex: Yes! Dr. Brodsky: So, you're keen on music? Alex: YES! Dr. Brodsky: Can't be helped. Here's the punishment element perhaps. Alex: You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise god! Dr. Brodsky: You're not cured yet, boy. Minister: Oh, yes. I understand you're fond of music. I have arranged a little surprise for you. Alex: Surprise? Minister: One that I hope that you will like. As a um... how shall we put it? As a symbol of our new understanding. An understanding between two friends. Alex: So I waited and, O my brothers, I got a lot better munching away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiwegs and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special visitor. [the Minister enters] Minister: Good evening, my boy. Minister: You seem to have a whole ward to yourself, my boy. Alex: Yes, sir, and a very lonely place it is too, sir, when I wake up in the middle of the night with my pain. Minister: Yes... well, good to see you on the mend! Minister: Public opinion has a way of changing. Minister: Punishment means nothing to them, you can see that. They enjoy their so-called punishment. Alex: You're absolutely right, sir. Chief Guard Barnes: Shut your bleeding hole! Tramp: In Dublin's fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheel'd her wheel barrow, / Thro' streets broad and narrow, / Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive O!" / "alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! / Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!" / As everybody's knowing, You've got a decent tongue, / Whene'er it's set agoing. Psychiatrist: [reading off the slide] The boy you always quarreled with is seriously ill... Alex: Um... My mind is a blank... and... uhh... and I'll smash your face! Alex: I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony. Alex: Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep for ever, and ever and ever. Tramp: Can ye spare some cutter, me brothers? Conspirator: Do you still feel suicidal? Alex: Well, put it this way, I feel very low in myself. I can't see much in the future, and I feel that any second something terrible is going to happen to me. [slumps into spaghetti] Dim: Hello, Lucy. Had a busy night? We've been working hard, too. Pardon me, Luce. Mum: But you've not been to school all week, son. Alex: Got to rest, Mum. Got to get fit. Otherwise I'm liable to miss a lot more school. Mum: Well, like he says, it's mostly odd things he does. Helping like... here and there as it might be. Alex: Where's my snake? Dad: Well, he... he met with like an accident. He passed away. Alex: Is that the end then? Psychiatrist: Yes. Alex: I was quite enjoying that. Psychiatrist: Good! I'm glad. Alex: How many did I get right? Psychiatrist: It's not that kind of a test. Alex: Excuse me, Mrs. Can you please help? There's been a terrible accident! My friend's in the middle of the road bleeding to death! Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance? Alex: Missus! It's a matter of life and death! P.R. Deltoid: Ah, Alex boy! Awake at last, yes? I met your mother on the way to work, yes? She gave me the key. She said something about a pain somewhere, hence not at school, yes? Alex: A rather intolerable pain in the head, Brother Sir. I think it should be clear by this after lunch. P.R. Deltoid: Or certainly by this evening, yes? The evening's the great time, isn't it, Alex? Alex: What are we gonna do? Talk about me sex life? Psychiatrist: Oh, no. I'm going to show you some slides and you're going to tell me what you think about them. Alright? Alex: Jolly good. Do you know anything about dreams? Psychiatrist: Something, yes. Alex: Do you know what they mean? Psychiatrist: Perhaps. Are you concerned about something? Alex: Oh, no, no... not concerned really. But I've been having this very nasty dream. Very nasty. Psychiatrist: Now, each of these slides needs a reply from somebody in the picture. You tell me what you think the person would say. Alright? Alex: Righty-right. Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told. Chief Guard Barnes: Shut your filthy hole, you scum! Georgie: [They've just stopped a band of tramps from beating up Alex] What's the trouble, sir? Alex: [looks up and recognizes them] Oh no! Dim: Well. Well, well. Well, well, well, well, if it isn't little Alex. Long time no viddy, droog. How goes? Alex: It's... it's impossible. I don't believe it. Georgie: Evidence of the old glazzies. Nothing up their sleeves. No magic, little Alex. A job for two, who are now of job age. The police. [repeated line] Tramp: Could you spare some cutter, me brother? Frank Alexander: [hears knocking on the door] Who on Earth could that be? Julian: I'll see who it is. [goes to the front door] Yes, what is it? Alex: [barely audible] Help... please... help... help. Julian: [opens the door and Alex collapses at the doorway. He carries Alex into the house] Frank, I think this young man needs some help. Frank Alexander: [surprised by Alex's poor condition] My God! What happened to you, my boy? Alex: [voice-over] And would you believe it, o my brothers and only friends. There was your faithful narrator being held helpless, like a babe in arms, and suddenly realizing where he was and why home on the gate had looked so familiar, but I knew I was safe. For in those care-free days, I and my so-called droogies wore our maskies, which were like real horror-show disguises. Alex: [nervous] Police... ghastly horrible police... they beat me up, sir. [sees Frank has a foul look on his face, apparently not believing him] The police beat me up, sir. Frank Alexander: [excited] I know you! [pauses] Isn't it your picture in the newspapers? Didn't I see you on the video this morning? Are you not the poor victim of this horrible new technique? Alex: [relieved] Yes, sir! That's exactly who I am and what I am, sir. A victim, sir! Frank Alexander: Then, by God, you've been sent here by providence! Tortured in prison, then thrown out to be tortured by the police. My heart goes out to you, poor, poor boy. Oh, you are not the first to come here in distress. The police are fond of bringing their victims to the outskirts of this village. But it is providential that you, who are also another kind of victim should come here. Frank Alexander: [finally remembering Alex's state] Oh, but you're cold and shivering. Julian, draw a bath for this young man. Julian: Certainly, Frank. Alex: [as he is being carried off by Julian] Thank you very much, sir. God bless you, sir. Alex: Hey dad, there's a strange fella sittin' on the sofa munchy-wunching lomticks of toast. Dad: That's Joe. He lives here now. The lodger, that's what he is. He rents your room. |
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