A Clockwork Orange [revisited]

It would be more than fitting to start with an, I usually don’t do this, but …” 

I like to stay honest throughout my blogging pursuits and I can specifically quote myself stating, “… I’ll save that for another day.” in reference to Anthony Burgess’s, A Clockwork OrangeApparently, the day has come to test my integrity, considering The Daily Post rolled out a Daily Prompt marked specially for this occasion; Anachronism. I particularly remember swooning over A Clockwork Orange’s props because of how far in time they seemed from their 1970s release date. Allow me to properly justify my excitement.

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Courtesy of Fanpop user aleciane

Enter the Korova Milk Bar. While still holding to it’s 70s influence with the psychedelic scrawl plastered across the wall, it manages to project our conventional visions of a pristine futuristic society. Take note of the contrast of black and white (with little specks of color), adding to the minimalist influence in futuristic design. The black and white also plays it’s role as a representation of the underground, grungy lifestyle portrayed by Alex (middle) and his droogs (surrounding). When we meet the regular sect of society, the color entirely contrasts this scene.

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Courtesy of WordPress user kartoshka167

Here’s the same old Alex wearing the suit of an innocent when facing his parents (and the awkward roommate). This scene satisfies the non-minimalist perception of futuristic society, those who see modern innovation in bursts of color rather than plain and spotless. The color is also a marker for the average citizen, middle-class and up. It ventures from the condemned character rendered in monochrome as our boy Alex sheds his whites, ditches the eyeliner, and steps into his men’s clothes. Of course, there has to be some middle ground between blindingly colorful and blindingly blank. That, we see in the upper class society of A Clockwork Orange.

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Courtesy of Blogger user suhurmash

Here, we see what Stanley Kubrick wants us to envision as the lifestyle of the rich and the famous — of the future. This is the middle ground of futuristic perceptions. We still get plain white, but it’s been downplayed with curvy chairs and colorful cover-ups. Here, again, front and center, we find Alex dawning another one of his many hats — or, I should say, robes. He, too falls in line with the rich specific color palette, dressed in a white, orange-flecked housecoat that mirrors the home of his host. A notable difference between the wealthy versus regular is the coordination of color and neatness of those well off as opposed to the discordance of those beneath them.

This Is Your Brain On Drugs

Ok, you don’t have to be a drug user to participate in this activity because all this exercise requires is a little heart, and I’m not talkin’ ’bout cardio *ba dum tss*. Now that I’ve mentioned it, I’m not really talking about exercise either. I just want you to read about how terribly underrated these movies are, dammit. Two of these make me proud, but one of them just gives me giggles until my face hurts.

Dazed and Confused

“Say, man, you got a joint?”

Topping the list is the golden child, Dazed and Confused. Before I saw it, I was in it for the reefer, but after mid-twenties Matthew McConaughey told me how cool I’d be if I smoked weed — I was extra in it for the reefer. Dazed and Confused may have opened as a stoner film, but by the end credits, it had changed me for life. This movie is the perfect combination of ice cream and sprinkles — soft, light-hearted teen angst laced with little solid bits of truth, but not so much it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Now that I’ve laced up the shoes of a high school senior about to walk away from my childish things, this one hits where the heart is. In the words of Don Dawson, “I just wanna look back and say that I did it the best I could while I was stuck in this place, had as much fun as I could when I was stuck in this place, played as hard as I could when I was stuck in this place …”

A Clockwork Orange

Initiative comes to thems that wait.

I’m surprised I even brought myself to watch the movie for A Clockwork Orange, seeing how the book itself was a feat in comprehension Luckily, the movie wasn’t even a fourth as bad. A Clockwork Orange doesn’t make the cut for its plot (Even though it is wonderfully mastered I’ll save that for another day.), but simply its content. I watched the majority of this 1970s film, thinking “Why can’t I have nice things?” You’d have to see it for yourself to totally retain its artistic value, but let me just say I could live in the Korova Milk Bar. I’d even be content with cleaning toilets if I could just have the honor of sitting at one of those naked lady tables — but, before I go off praising all the furniture, I’ll leave you something to think about from Alex: “It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.”

Reefer Madness Poster

“TELL YOUR CHILDREN”

Yes, you found it. Let’s wipe off the dust and briefly discuss the single most hilarious 1930s comedy film to hit the box off– did they even have box offices? Who cares. Reefer Madness is more than just a movie, it’s a strict advisory warning on the deadly dangers of America’s number one killer, marihuana, and it is NOT to be taken lightly. Reefer, the mastermind behind all of America’s most detrimental terrors; cancer, Black Tuesday, hell, probably even WWI. Ok, I’m done. I can’t keep up this facade with even the mildest notion of seriousness. The saddest thing about this movie is, they actually were being serious. The American public were expected to recognize the common side-effects of marihuana use, which included (but were not limited to) attempted rape, accidental murder, and intentional beating people to death. If you’re a cigarette smoker, consider yourself lucky.