2001: A Space Odyssey, Kubrick's final project at MGM, is essentially three loosely-related films in one. We begin at what a title card proclaims "The Dawn of Man", where apes merely exist and grunt among a cliffy terrain. A black monolith appears and proves to hold an undeniable attraction for the apes, who cautiously touch it and come away somehow wiser. Shortly after, a single ape discovers the concept of tools, realizing that the bone of an animal carcass can be used to strike things like living animals, presumably making hunting and survival easier.

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We don't stick around to find out, though. Instead, we jump millennia ahead to outer space, where an assortment of vessels are carrying out tasks to the peaceful non-diegetic sound of Johann Strauss' The Blue Danube.

Settling into our futuristic setting of zero gravity and liquid foods, we eventually turn our attentions to Heywood Floyd (William Sylvester), an American astronaut who is heading to the Moon on a mission that's shrouded in secrecy. While the rest of mankind is concerned about lunar disturbances, Floyd and a small crew are in fact investigating the nature of an unknown object that appears to have been deliberately buried in the surface of the celestial body. Investigating the same are the subjects of our third and final chapter, a pack of astronauts led by Dave Bowman (Keir Dullea), Frank Poole (Gary Lockwood), and the believed infallible computer HAL 9000 (voiced by Douglas Rain).

By far the strongest element of the narrative is the powerful and impressive man versus machine tale that claims the third quarter of the film, set on and around the sleepy rotating Discovery spaceship. Beyond that, sizable chunks are comprised merely of outer space astronaut scenery skillfully married to classical music pieces. There are a number of glimpses of eating food and a couple of touching exchanges with those back on Earth. In general, though, the movie tells us very little, leaving even the ultimate destination an expository afterthought. There is a paucity of dialogue, none of which can be found in the first half-hour.

While 2001's most ardent supporters may object to such a notion, I'm convinced that much of the reason why it's so widely admired is that in stating so little, Kubrick leaves viewers to derive their own interpretation to the film, which in turn will be the one most satisfying to them. That said, there's more than sheer simplicity. There are a few thoughtful ideas on the nature of man and the existence of alien life. As important is transcendent spectacle, in which the visual effects hold up expertly. The best example of this comes late in the game as we journey to Jupiter, leaving behind standard colors, sights, and rationale. Though incredibly slow-moving (I don't think I've encountered a more patient and relaxed movie), the film holds the viewer captive like few others, with its long-held shots and extreme understatement. Through it all, 2001 evokes unique feelings.

The ending bears some reminder that for all the brilliance of leaving itself so open, the film could say a little more, be decisive and the slightest bit specific. I defy anyone to claim there is a clear, logical reading to the final sequence. For that, you'll have to turn to Arthur C. Clarke's novel, which was written concurrently with the screenplay and published around the film's arrival in theaters, both narrowly forecasting Man's historic first Moon landing. The fact that 2001 has come and gone bearing little resemblance to the future depicted is of the least relevance. One simply cannot deny that this 2001 makes us feel and think wondrous things unlike any other film. But as cinema is a storytelling medium, one must also acknowledge that 2001 is a little slight in this department, delivering a few gripping passages but remaining overly vague. On a lesser film, that would matter a lot more.

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Shortly after 2001 was finished, Kubrick turned to a much bleaker and more vulgar vision of the 21st century in A Clockwork Orange, adapted from the dark novel of the same name by British novelist Anthony Burgess. The protagonist here is Alex (Malcolm McDowell), an adolescent man who along with his three "droogs" (cronies) spends nights at a bizarrely-decorated bar drinking mixes of milk and drugs. This prepares the four pals for their favorite nightly pastimes: "ultra-violence" and rape. The loathsome actions of the degenerate group are depicted in detail and glorified with cinematography, art design, and classical music selections. The first act of the film seems designed to shock and trigger a subconscious taste in viewers for vicarious violence. It culminates with Alex, having recently reinforced his status as gang leader, accidentally murdering a frightened "cat lady" with a giant ornamental phallus sculpture and single-handedly taking the blame.

Once the film is kind enough to aspire to more than stylized acts of random serious crime, it improves some. But irreparable damage has already been done by this point; there is not an ounce of sympathy to Alex despite the aftermath's calculated efforts to transform him into a misunderstood Beethoven-loving victim, who is stripped naked, renamed a number, and treated, well, like the prisoner he is, only with some needless shouting. Hoping to get out of his 14-year sentence, the seemingly unrepentant Alex pursues a rumored test phase treatment. Insensitive authority figures administer the Ludovico Technique, an aversion therapy of eye-dropped drugs and violent movies that is meant to free criminals from the lure of wrongdoing.

Though it is one of Kubrick's most popular films and celebrated as one of the definitive tales of delinquency, A Clockwork Orange is a pretty wretched work in my book. It is so unhappy and immature a production. Any aesthetic values are overshadowed by universally detestable characters and a failure to rebound from its shamelessly sinful opening. One even receives an acrid taste from the unfortunate misuse of enduring staples of classical music (the "William Tell Overture", "Pomp and Circumstance", and Beethoven's plot-hedging "Ninth Symphony") and the sweet "Singin' in the Rain" made famous by Gene Kelly. It's tough to believe the director who so sensibly linked intergalactic doings to multiple Strausses just a few years earlier here resorts to oddly and continuously reprising Walter/Wendy Carlos' synthesized renditions of Henry Purcell's "Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary." Then there is the slang dialect, reportedly lightened from the book, that comes across merely as pretentious and a visual element which leaves no wall mural without graffito genitalia and suggestive captions.

I'd be glad to forgive the movie's indecent tastes if it all added up to something that justified it. It doesn't. I'm happy that the time period depicted in the film will soon prove itself to be more enlightened in reality. But I think not only did Kubrick take a misstep here, he inspired an objectionable brand of revered cinematic violence. Not only were Clockwork's reprehensible transgressions revered, they were imitated, leading the director to successfully plea Warner to outright ban the film in its native United Kingdom.

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Adapting a Stephen King thriller hardly seemed like the next logical step for Kubrick on the heels of Dr. Strangelove, 2001, Clockwork and Barry Lyndon. But that is what the director did, entering production in the late-1970s on a film version of The Shining, King's first best-selling hardcover novel. While the project may have looked like an unexpected move towards middlebrow tastes, The Shining would become one of Kubrick's least polarizing works and one of the most revered horror films ever made. Customary for the filmmaker, that would take some time; the only award recognition bestowed upon the film were a quartet of nods in the Saturn Awards for genre fare and a pair of nominations in the premiere Golden Razzies for Worst Director and Worst Actress.

The Shining centers on the three-member Torrance family: father Jack (Jack Nicholson), mother Wendy (Shelley Duvall), and 6-year-old son Danny (Danny Lloyd). Although there is a dark episode in their semi-recent past, the Torrances appear to be a close, normal, genial clan at first appearance. But they need a source of income, which leads them out to Colorado, where the vast, opulent Overlook Hotel is in need of a caretaker for the six-month period from October to April, when snowy roads require the hotel to close to remain profitable. The hiring party warns about the job's tragic history and the genuine possibility of developing "cabin fever", but Jack takes it in stride, expecting the quietude to afford him opportunity to work on an undetermined writing project.

The audience, of course, knows better. Every bit of the Overlook that's introduced to the Torrance parents, from the spacious kitchen area to the topiary maze, inevitably hold importance later on. As does the father that recently and severely failed in the position, granting a haunted vibe to the expansive grounds. There's also Danny's imaginary friend Tony, who is connected to mysterious telepathic powers that sympathetic cook Dick Hallorann (Scatman Crothers) identifies as "the shine."

Jack's alcohol-aided descent into madness makes for a heck of a ride. Unquestionably atmospheric, the film offers enough to sustain those looking only for suspense and those who want blood too. There are jump-in-your-seat scares and plenty of oddities. At nearly 2½ hours, the film is longer than necessary, especially for how many of the book's elements are dropped. And the director pulls out another ambiguous ending that can be interpreted in many ways, none of which fully satisfy in context. Like 2001, enough goes right for one to overlook the fact that the pieces don't all fit together.

Kubrick takes Stephen King horror to an entirely different plane, though one which didn't satisfy the author, who would adapt his book for a 1997 ABC miniseries.

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Kubrick moved from a bestselling piece of fiction to an out-of-print semi-autobiographical novel, selecting Marine veteran Gustav Hasford's The Short-Timers as the source for his take on the Vietnam War.

After the absolute minimum of setup (soldiers getting crew cuts), Full Metal Jacket dives into the rigors of a Marine training camp. There, we discover our easy-going protagonist (Matthew Modine), who is quickly dubbed Private Joker, and a portly screw-up (Vincent D'Onofrio) who receives the nickname Gomer Pyle. They are just two of the dozens of young trainees who are at the mercy of the strict and impossibly foul-mouthed drill instructor Gunnery Sergeant Hartman (former Marine R. Lee Ermey in a career-making performance). The intense and riveting boot camp sequence holds us captive for 45½ minutes, at which point progress and achievement come to a bitter and bloody end.

Like its inspiration, the film abruptly changes gear and follows Private Joker to Vietnam, where he becomes a combat correspondent for the army's Stars and Stripes newspaper. The relaxed newsroom setting is never more eventful than when soldiers are casually asked to manipulate news in the name of keeping morale high. But change is in order for Joker and his photographer friend Rafterman (Kevyn Major Howard) when they're transferred to join the Lusthog Squad in Phu Bai. There, the headstrong and sometimes clashing personalities are met with serious combat.

Operating in a genre that lends itself to ambition and excess, you'd think a man known to dabble in both those things would have gone bigger than he does in this taut and fragmented under-2-hour drama. The anti-war sentiment that marked Paths of Glory does not enter the fray here; politics are more or less kept out of it, allowing Kubrick to pay more attention to the effects war has on young men barely out of childhood. The climactic "battle" (it's far too small for such a label) arrives without any indication, following lighter scenes involving pimps and prostitutes who spout Engrish (including the immortal "Me so horny") as well as candid soldier interviews. The showdown occupies the final half-hour of the film and manages to underscore the futility of war without getting political or hackneyed.

Full Metal Jacket may not pack the punch that Oscar winners Apocalypse Now and Platoon did, but it succeeds at taking an alternative approach to the Vietnam film and keeping viewers hooked. Ermey, who was cast after beginning to serve as technical advisor, dominates the boot camp proceedings with sharp-tongued supreme authority; the change of pace, tone, and setting is jarring -- making this feel more like two short films -- but it wisely realizes it can't be entirely about just training for Vietnam. One area where the film falters is in its character development; we barely get a feel for the ironic Joker over the course of the movie, the iconic Pyle and Hartman are both dropped before the halfway point, and the assortment of Marines don't make much of an impression even when they're addressing the camera. You can identify the few that matter by nickname, but one doesn't really feel any deaths more powerfully than the sight of bright red blood forces them to.

The film is noteworthy for its use of pre-period pop music, which makes it stand out in Kubrick's canon. Among the '60s tunes prominently featured are Nancy Sinatra's "These Boots are Made for Walking", Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs' "Wooly Bully", The Trashmen's title-combining "Surfin' Bird", The Dixie Cups' "Chapel of Love", and as end credits accompaniment, The Rolling Stones' "Paint It, Black." Interestingly, the one older song that carries the most dramatic meaning, the troops' film-closing rendition of "The Mickey Mouse Club March", doesn't appear in the end credits. Still, its significance -- that war makes boys out of men, rather than the converse -- isn't to be missed by many.

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