Bugonia or Clockwork Orange - a movie review

This is a movie trying hard to resemble art , be original and failing miserably just as all Lathimnos movies do. 

A huge waste of money. It’s not a movie. It’s a radio drama at best nodding at Anthony Burgess’s Clockwork Orange where brainwashing and mind control theme is unleashed upon us severely.

The Emma Stone character is being brainwashed/tortured to the Green Day Basket Case Song. Wow. Do the script writers and their mentors  see us all as basket cases?. 

Yes they do. Those who have eyes can see through this cheap but highly visually suggestive film.

This Greek director got the green light by Unholiwood (what does it profit to gain the whole world type of thing) while other Greeks, bread and born in America,  are not good enough it seems. 

Lathimnos (I don’t care if I spelt his name correctly )

has obviously made it into the big league. Based on what merit? A rhetorical question.

As usual I’m not buying into this pseudo intellectual /“sci-fi” nonsense that is actually Woodie Allen meets Stanley Kubrick where there is no plot but endless gibbber gabber Marxist leftist emptiness with brainwashing scene. 

Chances are we are being mocked at.

And just when you think this can’t get any worse, worthless or boring, the bees get dragged into the story. Poor bees. Wow. How deep! 

What these pure, non-exploitative animals have got to do with this sorry excuse of a story? Nothing whatsoever. 

They are merely a prop to make the viewer think the script is deep and holds a deeper meaning. 

No , there’s nothing deep about it. Superficial, yes. Deep, no. 

The real question remains. How come the Greeks born and bread in America, excluding Rita Wilson or Billy Zane, have never made it to the A list? 

Probably because they don’t hang out with the likes of Marina Abramović. Or they do, but they lack a certain appeal. 

Or 

This film tries so desperately to look like “art” that it forgets to actually be a movie. It’s the usual Lathimos formula: expensive, hollow, trying to pass off weirdness as originality — and failing spectacularly.

What we get is basically a radio drama wrapped in glossy visuals, nodding clumsily at Anthony Burgess and A Clockwork Orange. Brainwashing, mind-control, “deep” symbolism… the whole package dumped on us with zero subtlety.

Emma Stone’s character gets brainwashed/tortured to Green Day’s Basket Case. Very on-the-nose. As if the writers, producers, and their entire mentorship tree genuinely see the audience as basket cases.

Spoiler: they do. Anyone actually paying attention can see right through this shallow but highly suggestive visual noise.

Somehow this Greek director gets the full Un-hollywood green light — “gain the whole world” type energy — while other Greek-Americans can’t get near an A list unless their name is Rita Wilson or Billy Zane. Lathimos (spelling irrelevant) is suddenly a “major” auteur. Based on what merit? That question answers itself.

This isn’t sci-fi, it isn’t satire — it’s Woody Allen meets Kubrick meets Marxist-leftist rambling, where nothing happens, nothing is said, and the plot evaporates into endless philosophical gibber-gabber. Then they throw in a brainwashing scene because… why not?

And just when you think it can’t get more pretentious, here come the bees. Poor bees. Dragged in as a visual prop to convince us the script has a profound metaphorical layer. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

Superficial? Absolutely.

Deep? Not even close.

And the real question remains: how is it that Greeks born and raised in America never make it to the A-list (barring the usual two exceptions)?

Maybe they don’t mingle with Marina Abramović. Or maybe they do — and still can’t access whatever mysterious “appeal” she rewards these days.