# Somewhat reluctant, Alex held out his right hand, in the back of mind trying to figure out what bothered him about what Bruce had said, but the whiskey had made his head feel fuzzy. He couldn’t remember—like a lot of things—when he’d last had a drink, and he hadn’t anticipated the quickness in which it would take effect, but that didn’t matter. He’d be okay. Even if Bruce tried running, skipping out on the payment, Alex, on his worst, drunkest day, could shoot the kid’s bony knees off at fifty yards—he’d nailed things smaller from further away. “These two crystals represent your past and future, okay? If you can—” Alex retracted. “What is this?” “As I was saying: if you can face this, face yourself, then you win the game. understand?” Bruce pushed the crystals forward, so that they rested a few inches from Alex’s hands. “But if you can’t, I walk out of here, and you can explain that to your boss.” “Let’s just get this over with,” Alex said, reaching for the crystal on the right, but before he could touch it, Bruce stopped his hand. “Would you like another drink?” Bruce stood and rounded the table, holding his empty beer glass. Ahead, the mirror sat unobstructed from Alex, giving a perfect view of his stubbly grey jowls and thinning salt and pepper hair. It seemed, like the old man, he too faced the inevitability of age—the promise of illness and death. But at least he—unlike Mr. Cochrane—would have the resources to make that end a comfortable one. “So…?” “Sure, make it another Jameson.” As Bruce walked away, Alex snatched the crystal on the right and immediately felt a jolt travel throughout his body, sending him to his feet, where, seconds later, he froze in place—unable to move. He continued staring into the mirror, pupils ... ... middle of paper ... ... bartender coming over the counter and Bruce, a slack expression on his face, chanting something that Alex didn’t have time to comprehend between pulling the trigger on his 380. Taurus and watching, across in the mirror, the left side of his head explode—all over Bruce. Kneeling, Bruce leaned forward, until his stale breath met Alex’s ear. “Consider the debt paid, Alex—every last fucking cent.” He then retrieved the crystals from where they had fallen and placed them in his pockets, their former white now a charcoal black. “What the hell just happened?” the bartender said, massive girth trembling, and retreated behind the counter. Bruce shrugged and smiled. “Nothing I’d worry about, man. But you’d better call the cops—before someone else does—and give me another drink while you’re at it. The night’s still young, and there’s no reason to waste it.”
chosen to undergo a new “treatment” that the State has developed to “reform” criminals. After the State strips him of his choice to choose between good and evil, Alex can only do good now and even thinking of doing something bad makes him violently ill. Then, Alex is “rehabilitated” considered “rehabilitated”. Afterwards Alex is released where he encounters an “ex-droog” and one of his enemies, they beat him to a pulp and leave him out in the middle of nowhere. After coming to his senses, Alex makes his way to a house and in that house, right before Alex went to prison, h...
involved in being black in blue. Alex was concerned with the ways in which the
“He set it up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside.”
When he meets his friends he notices that there is some kind of tension between them. Then the start a new tour were they find a great house for playing a trick. They play the same trick but at that time the old woman in the house is suspicious and doesn’t open the door. So Alex goes alone through the window. While he steals some things, the woman phones the police. As they meet each other they start fighting. Alex quite kills the old lady and the police arrest him. He is found guilty for murder and should go to prison for fourteen years.
Betrayed by his cohorts Alex is beaten by local officials and confesses to all the crimes. As a point to retribution a sergeant states, "Violence makes violence" and proceeds to through Alex back into the cell.
We are first introduced to Alex (Malcolm McDowell) in the company of his posse, strangely sipping drugged milk in a freakish bar with anatomically indiscrete manikins serving as tittie-taps and tables. The ensuing scenes flash from Alex and his three droogs brutally beating an old man to a violent rape scene to a semi-chaotic gang-brawl. The story is of Alex and his love of the old ultra-violence, his act of murder, his betrayal and imprisonment, and his cure (twice).
If all of these events did not happen, Alex would still be a static character. Through all of his courage, he found what he was looking for. He dug deep and went to the extremes that were not normal of himself. All of his work lead to his dynamic
And a Clockwork universe is comparing the universe as a mechanical clock, it’s a perfect contraption, but every aspect of it is science controlling it. So, I asked questions after each paragraph about Alex. With Alex being a deviant criminal in the beginning due to his environment which wasn’t his fault for being the way he was to being put through “treatment” that cured him to be a perfect citizen, he still wasn’t fully “cured”. Once Alex was put into the real world he became the perfect victim, and he was put through horrific acts just like he used to do to his victims and tried to commit suicide. With jumping out a window Alex’s new conditioning isn’t a thing anymore, he doesn’t get ill when subjected to violence and is able to listen to his favorite song by Beethoven without getting sick also. Once Alex figures out that he doesn’t get violently ill when subjected to these things government officials apologize to him and compensate him for their fault. The camera pans out and Alex just smirks at the camera, so will he learn from this experience and learn new ways to cope with violence or was it all a waste and goes back to his
The story begins at the start of a wild and violent night with Alex and his friends sitting in a diner. To start off a typical night they encounter an old man walking the streets, so they harass and hit him. But this is not just any ordinary harassing episode but more of a complete and utter pounding. They beat the defenseless man until he is all bloody and disoriented. They then send him on his way, half naked and crawling home, later that night they saw an old drunken man sitting on the ground and they decided to beat him until he was delirious.
"That would be fine. Is this sufficient?" He reached into a pocket and dropped a dollar coin on the bar. It bounced a few times and Joe slapped his hand down to keep it from rolling off the bar. "Hope I didn't damage the wood."
Alex is put on stage where he is to be used in a demonstration. A man walks out, toward Alex. He begins to yell at Alex, then gets violent.
The narrator wrestles with conflicting feelings of responsibility to the old man and feelings of ridding his life of the man's "Evil Eye" (34). Although afflicted with overriding fear and derangement, the narrator still acts with quasi-allegiance toward the old man; however, his kindness may stem more from protecting himself from suspicion of watching the old man every night than from genuine compassion for the old man.
It’s 10:30am and Janice, Alex’s mother, receives a phone call. “Hi Janice, this is Mrs. Smith calling with regards to Alex. Yes, he isn’t having a good day. He has been very disruptive this morning. We tried calling down Alex’s older sister to calm him down, and to talk to him, but he wouldn’t calm down. Would you please come and get him?”
With both hands resting lightly on the table to each side of his white foam cup, Otis stared into its deep abyss of emptiness with his head bowed as if willing it to fill again, giving him a reason to enjoy the shelter that the indoors provided. I could almost touch the conflict going on inside of him, a battle of wills as if he was negotiating with an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. I sensed a cramp of discomfort seizing his insides, compelling him to flee, then a silent resolve, as if a moment of clarity had graced his consciousness.
Alex is back to his old self again, thinking bad thoughts, crasting, and doing a bit of the ultra-violent. However, he quickly grows tired of his old lifestyle. When he comes to this realization, Alex says, “…now I felt this bolshy big hollow inside my plott, feeling very surprised too at myself. I knew what was happening, O my brothers. I was like growing up.” Even though he as regained the freedom of choice, can choose badness if he wants to, Alex exerts his freedom in a new way, he chooses goodness. He is truly cured.