Like Clockwork

Come midnight, no surprise if you feel a bit "shagged and fagged and fashed," thinking that bedways is rightways and it'd be bezoomny to not grub some spatchka. O, no, my brothers, 'tis then when you must head you to the sinny to viddy "gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh"—that is to say, Stanley Kubrick's most horrorshow picture, A Clockwork Orange. No time for that old in-out-in-out, just sloosh this raskazz of Alex and his droogs, a quartet of malchicks who lubbilub ultraviolence and classical warbles. Not a flick for the weak-stomached or gloopy moodges, but if ya got the yarbles, fill you a chasha o' moloko (with vellocet, if you like) and itty to this choodessny pic. And if you've made it through all this chepooka—or nonsense—you must truly be a fan. See Kubrick's 1971 classic at midnight Friday and Saturday at the Inwood Theatre, 5458 W. Lovers Lane. What's it all about? Sex and the red red krovvy? A bird of rarest-spun heaven metal? Free will and the meaning of goodness? See for yourself: "Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited." Call 214-764-9106 or visit landmarktheatres.com
June 9-10

 
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