In my village, people have a thing for machinations. You know... automatons. They love all those clockwork robots crap. So when I invited some people to a screening of Clockwork Orange, they assumed it was a documentary of a self-peeling orange and were delighted. By the end of the film I could not have been more delighted, although I do so hate the new fear my butcher shop and calling milk 'moloka'.
AbatoireJuggernaut · Thu Jan 05, 2006 @ 04:17pm · 0 Comments |