Somehow seeing the Lynne version of this has managed to
make me forget most of the Kubrick. One doesn't (luckily) see Peter
Sellars' peter in this. None of the beautiful stuff with the retainer.
I can connect any member of the cast of Griffith's Birth of a
Nation to Kevin Bacon in six steps through this movie, so it has
some redeeming value. Given the anti-American sentiments in the
original novel this could possibly be taken as Kubrick's valedictory
'fuck you' (he left America for good following its production,
hasn't left the UK since). Stray thought I've nothing to back it up. in some
semi-commie future England.