I finally watched A Clockwork Orange last night. I didn't like it as much as I thought I would, but I think that's because I had a very specific picture in my head about what it should look and feel like from reading the book. My room mate tried to watch it with me and she HATED it! She left at the point when Alex is listening to Ludwig Van and having fantasies about blood and violence. She said, "I've had enough of this movie!," and stormed out. I was pretty annoyed by her attitude. All she saw was te beating and raping and she couldn't get past that to see that there was artistic merit in the work. Well, I guess I shouldn't take it personally. Just because she does not like the things I like, doesn't mean she doesn't like me. Bah. But I still find myself hoping that someday, some guy she has a huge crush on, or some intellectual she admires gushes about what amazing works the book and movie were and I hope she feels stupid for having walked out. 