Title: Why are the real sick minds allowed to make movies?
Product review: This astonishingly sicko film is all dressed up in an ostentatious veil of socio-political comment in a masterfully deceptive attempt to justify unabashed glorification of violence, delinquincy, and nearly every form of perversity imaginable that the film-makers so enthusiastically endorse. This is a terrible shame, too, because of the spellbinding performance of young Eamonn Owens. I mean, how often do we see a child in a larger-than-life role--and pull it off so remarkably, to boot? Of course, the fact that his performance IS so appealing only adds to the dangerous effect that this latter-day "A Clockwork Orange" contributes to the increasingly bloodthirsty appetites of today's youth.
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