From If…. (Lindsay Anderson, 1968)
I watched “If….” tonight for the first time since second-year university. I’ve been carrying this scene in mind since seeing it all those years ago. It’s tough to forget. There’s a highly charged eroticism to the whole thing, and it plays excellently into the film’s themes about the irony of order and discipline separating humans from animals.
It’s also incredibly silly. And Malcolm McDowell is always fun to watch.
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