A Clockwork Orange, Park Theatre

There are few modern literary fables that really resonate in the wider culture. And most that do are dystopias. Think of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, or Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, or even Philip K Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? And, of course, Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange.

This 1962 novel explores the myth of the unique violence of modern alienation in a hectic parable which is told in “nadsat”, a teen language of the future which mixes Russian with English while sporting a distinctly Shakespearean cadence.

This is a testosterone-heavy, noisy and boyish production

Following its success at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in 2011, this all-male version of Burgess’s dramatisation of his novel has toured extensively, and been restaged on numerous occasions. Currently revived at the Park Theatre with Jonno Davies as Alex, the lead role that he originally created, it retains a freshness and vigour that both excites and repels. Acted out on a bare, black stage with few props but much movement, Alexandra Spencer-Jones’s swaggering production for Action to the Word has costumes that are black and white, with splashes of orange. The decision to have a young all-male cast makes this a testosterone-heavy, noisy and boyish production, with most of the violence effectively presented as a mix of elaborate balletic sweeps and ugly brute thuggery. Here the landscape seems to have been vacated by all women, and by anyone able to offer a solution to this picture of the crisis of male identity.

The story, familiar from Stanley Kubrick’s 1971 film, concerns a gang of “droogs” led by the said Alex, who not only loves “ultra-violence”, but the music of Beethoven as well. Jailed for a particularly nasty attack, Alex becomes the object of an experiment in aversion therapy. This encapsulates Burgess’s theme: is it better to be compelled to be good or to choose to be evil? It is also a vision of England as a vicious land fearful of the young – and appallingly savage in its political and judicial system. Surely not a fair image of our green and pleasant land…But while Burgess has imagined vivid images for this moral debate, such as Alex’s eyes being forced open to watch hideous movies or his final transformation in a hospital bed, he has provided few ideas for us to get our teeth into. The idea of the human being reduced to the level of a clockwork orange, mechanical and programmed by the authorities, is a powerful metaphor for an authoritarian state, and the way that the droogs become the cops is particularly insightful, but the rest of the performance is mainly decoration. Fun decoration, but decoration nonetheless.

So the show is visually striking and, very occasionally, uncomfortable to watch. The symbolic story of how the forces of authority – a chaplain, a minister and various doctors – mercilessly exploit Alex is energetic, often cartoonish. This is great if you like dance moves, loud music and sharp stage pictures, but what’s missing is a real emotional connection to either Alex or to any other character. Also absent is any real feeling of criminality or sinister haunting: the droogs are youthful, but not menacing. There’s no sense of danger. You never fear for your life.

Davies’s Alex (pictured above) has a seductive blend of cocky charm and raw pain. He slithers across the stage, he jumps onto tables, he snogs his mates, he snogs his victims, and he commits sickening acts of violence with broken bottles. At one point he wanks over a Bible story. The rest of the well-drilled ensemble, who play several roles each, includes Sebastian Charles, Simon Cotton, Damien Hasson and Will Stokes. With its exciting rock and dance soundtrack, this is a powerful, if rather mannered evocation of a dystopic future which has already arrived, a point underlined in the prison scenes.

• A Clockwork Orange is at Park Theatre until 18 March
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