There was nothing I hated more than to see a filthy old drunkie, a-howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as if it were a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts. I could never stand to see anyone like that, especially when they were old like this one was. Continue reading “A Clockwork Orange (1971)”
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Barry Lyndon (1975)
I’m not sorry. And I’ll not apologize. And I’d as soon go to Dublin as to hell. Continue reading “Barry Lyndon (1975)”