V for Vendetta review
Holy crap!
I know what you’re thinking and, you’re right, I should never start a review this way. But, please, trust me, when thinking about “V for Vendetta,” the initial words leaving your mouth as the curtain closes will be something strikingly similar. And that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to make this exclamation in praise. In fact, said reaction could go either way, positive or negative. But, rest assured, you will have an opinion, a strong one, a loud one, and more than likely you’ll state it to everyone just as soon as you possibly can.
For the record, my exclamation is in praise. High praise. Effusive even; Without a doubt, “V for Vendetta” is the single ballsiest major studio motion picture of this young millenium. Hidden behind a facade shaded in the cartoon features of a graphic novel (i.e. that is a comic book), this is a futuristic action-thriller where the hero is, as you probably know by now, a terrorist. Not just any terrorist, but one who believes in his motives completely, tries to indoctrinate others to his cause, kills because he wants to and, just in case you hadn’t gotten the point, likes to blow things up spectacularly.
Granted, he’s also insane, not exactly the nicest guy in the world, has a moral temperature that’s a bit fuzzy, seems to enjoy torturing people and loves using v-flavored verbal alliteration. He is as complicated and conflicted a character we’ve seen in ages, alternately off-putting and enthralling in almost equal measures.
But here’s the thing guaranteed to infuriate every right-wing ultra-conservative religiously intolerant person in America: V, for all his faults and misguided revenge-fueled fantasies, is in fact, right.
