Starring Malcolm McDowell as

Alex

in A Clockwork Orange

A Clockwork Orange A Clockwork Orange is a brutal Stanley Kubrick film, based on the Anthony Burgess novel. In the near future society is in decay, and the streets are overrun by violent gangs. The government has a new heavy-handed test project, designed to re-program these renegades, in order to free up the overcrowded prisons to make space for political prisoners.
Alex Malcolm McDowell as Alex in A Clockwork Orange: "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." Deltoid Aubrey Morris as Deltoid in A Clockwork Orange: "What gets into you all? We study the problem. We've been studying it for damn well near a century, yes, but we get no further with our studies. You've got a good home here, good loving parents, you've got not too bad of a brain. Is it some devil that crawls inside of you?" Minister of the Interior Anthony Sharp as Minister of the Interior in A Clockwork Orange: "Public opinion has a way of changing."
Movie
A Clockwork Orange
Year
1971
Character
Alex
Actor
Malcolm McDowell

Alex is the ringleader of his small gang of droogs. He is a committed hedonist (and selfish bastard), and his three passions are: ultra-violence, sex, and Beethoven. He is charming and ruthless, contemptuous of everyone else’s point of view, and totally unconcerned with the trail of personal devastation and wrecked lives that he leaves in his wake. Due to his particular personality traits (psychopath?) he inevitably comes under scrutiny from the government, as a ‘useful asset’.

A Clockwork Orange – Alex Quotes

The movie opens with Alex and his gang of droogs, sitting in a macabre milkbar with furnishings in the shape of nude women, getting ready for an evening of violence:

Alex: [narrating] 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 Milk Bar sold milkplus, 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. Our pockets were full of money so there was no need on that score, but, as they say, money isn’t everything.

Alex and the gang drive off into the night, swerving dangerously:

Alex: The Durango-95 purred away real horrorshow – a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. Soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark. We fillied around for a while with other travelers of the night, playing hogs of the road. Then we headed west, what we were after now was the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and good for laughs and lashing of the ultra-violent.

Alex desires to finish off the evening with some Beethoven:

Alex: [voice-over] It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

Music starts

Alex: [voice-over] Then, brothers, it came. O bliss, bliss and heaven, oh it was gorgeousness and georgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise, silver-flamed and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again, crunched like candy thunder. It was like a bird of rarest spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a space ship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures. There were veeks and ptitsas laying on the ground screaming for mercy and I was smecking all over my rot and grinding my boot into their tortured litsos and there were naked devotchkas ripped and creeching against walls and I plunging like a shlaga into them.

Alex plans how to deal with imminent mutiny from his gang of thugs:

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.

Alex is 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 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?

Alex is on the pull:

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.

The law finally catches up with Alex:

Alex: I won’t say a single solitary slovo unless I have my lawyer here. I know the law, you bastards.

Inspector: We’ll have to show our little friend Alex here that we know the law too, but that knowing the law isn’t everything.

Alex returns home from prison, to find things have changed:

Alex: Where’s my snake?

Dad: Well, he… he met with like an accident. He passed away.

Alex has been poisoned…

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]

Alex begins to realise the terrible effect the mind-control has had on him. It has made his brain alergic to Beethoven :

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 is in a dark mood and feeling sorry for himself:

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.

Alex recovers in hospital:

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.

Minister: Good evening, my boy.

Alex: It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.

Last lines:

Alex: I was cured, all right!


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