Less gleefully satirical than the original, but just as allegorical. While there is no self-awareness, favoring straightforward action, the mechanisms (sorry) of the characters vary so wildly from the source you have to give it adequate pause. This Alex, who is destroyed by a car bomb, rebuilt by a defense contractor, and then reconciled with his family, is airing some serious current-affairs wartime grievances.
A frustrating experience: for every interesting curveball or interesting performance there's something predictable, ideologically confused or just plain dumb happening in the script. It's MUCH better than it has any right to be, with great body horror and surprisingly solid character building, but still feels hobbled by blockbuster convention and focus testing.