Why do I find ’70s muscle cars painted in this color repulsive while regarding the same hue on natural-ass bananas appealing?
When we think of “Elvis Presley in Las Vegas,” we see images of a bloated, pot-bellied, drug-addled remnant of ’50s Elvis, dressed in a white, high-collared, sequined jumpsuit with tinted shades. But in ’69 he looked good — young, healthy, vibrant.
It’s a stretch to call Stanley Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange “science fiction.” It’s a dystopian social drama. Okay, the fictional Ludivico technique was a scientific element, but it didn’t propel the story forward; the conniving plans of politicians did that.
