An ok film, a but too much over the top, at times.

Quirky, but brilliant. I actually felt sorry for Alex when he couldn't get off on the violence anymore.

A profoundly disturbing, thoroughly nasty, and very good film. Poor little Alex is one of the more memorably conflicted hero/villains in cinema, and the script and cinematography are superb.

A little dated. . .but still a strange, disturbing movie. Don't let the date of the film (1971) fool you- the violence is a little shocking even by today's standards. . .worth a look if you consider film a hobby. . .but it's NOT a date movie.

What a bizarre movie. There is no reason I should like this movie, but I do, even though I haven't seen it in a few years. It's certainly something that sticks with you.

A movie that was far, far ahead of its time when released in 1971, and in some ways, it still is. I saw it again recently and had forgotten how brutal it was, although its a very-stylized, cold brutality. Part of the film's continuing effectiveness is undoubtedly due to the genius of Kubrick, but even more so to the acting talents of Malcolm McDowell as Alex. You have to remember when you see it that Alex in the Anthony Burgess novel was 15 years old, far younger than McDowell was when he played the part, and yet it's impossible to imagine anyone except McDowell portraying the character. McDowell's Alex is at once chillingly vile and charmingly charismatic; in spite of his sociopathic amorality, you'll find yourself guiltily rooting for him. (Funny side-note; I first saw this with my father at a drive-in theatre in Rutherford, NJ, in 1973 or 74. It was on a double-bill with Barbarella. My Dad was, and is, a great guy, but was a little bit stuffy and strait-laced. I was about 13 years old, and my Dad didn't seem to have much of a problem with me witnessing the Ultra-Violence of Alex and his droogs. However, when Barbarella came on, and Jane Fonda began undressing to the opening theme-music, he hastily started the engine, nearly in a panic, and drove us out of the theatre in a cloud of dust. Needless to say, I nearly broke my neck trying to witness Fonda's strip-tease as I craned around this way and that in my seat up until the last second...)