The good: he’s who I wanted to grow up to be before I grew up enough to realize I really wanted to be Martin Blank.
The bad: he’s pretty much perfect.
The ugly: seriously, I have no criticisms.
Best line: “No time for the ol' in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter!”
He’s not violent, he just has style. Who else can perform “Singing in the Rain” while dancing, beating a senior citizen, and raping his hot young wife? This is the guy who inspired me and my droogs to try to be British before we discovered that really didn’t work for us (middle Tennessee meets London underground isn’t as cool as you might think). Better still, it helped nurture my growing love of books after the public school system did its best to quash it. It was the first movie I saw that inspired me to read the book, buy the soundtrack, AND attempt to dress and act like the main characters. Okay, I kind of wanted to look and act like Conan the Barbarian first, but our Nazi public schools have those pesky rules preventing the wearing of fur loin cloths and broadswords.
After watching the movie and reading the book and unsuccessfully trying to duplicate the nadsat patois in real life, my junior high school English class (they dragged me into the advanced class despite the fact I never, technically, did any schoolwork) said we could pick any book we wanted to review, as long as it was a classic, where classic = any book written more than ten years ago that had made at least a million dollars (because anything that made a lot of money and was written by a dead white dude must be a valid work of art). Score! A Clockwork Orange fit the bill! Then my teacher, Coach SomebodyIforgot, modified the requirement to include only books “that I approve of.” I think the school let me do some version of Excalibur written in the 1950's, although I don't know how many copies that release sold. At least it involved lots of tolchucking, although it was a bit shy on the old in-out.