Vinyl (1965)
I definitely prefer this to the '71 adaption of A Clockwork Orange and since Kubrick decided to steal the opening scene he was clearly aware he wasn't going to touch the simple power of the original either. Thank god he didn't try and ape it further than that because I don't think anyone can replicate Andy Warhol's style without looking either pretentious or like a second rate amateur. Vinyl manages to juxtapose a certain hilarity and sinisterness that I've never seen before and what makes it even more absurd is you can't tell if it was a cleverly orchestrated or accident and knowing Warhol I lean towards the latter.