You’ve either heard of this movie, been disgusted by it, or really really really liked it in high school. Perhaps all three. There is something disturbing and disorienting in the way both the psychotic criminal and self-righteous psychologists approach the topic of personal morality with such careless ease. Sure, there are rapes and beatings that are still kind of shocking even by modern day standards, but the worst and most gut-wrenching part of Clockwork Orange is that it leaves you baseless — unable to find a moral foothold to judge either the criminal or the society he offends. And then, of course, there’s Malcolm McDowell’s charming, playful and absolutely evil smile which I’m certain could scare bin Laden straight and make the Pope masturbate in public.