V For Vendetta
posted 24 March 06 by J.S. Vodalarius
Ah, yes. V For Vendetta.
Having gotten out of the theatre two hours ago, I am only now coherent enough to give a good review of this movie. My first comment: V is for very wonderful.
Then: V is for violent. It was very violent. But in an entirely amazing way, and surprisingly it really didn’t scare me that much. I was too caught up in the amazement. And the music. The 1812 Overture will never be the same for me. For one, whenever I hear it now, my scalp is going to start tingling.
Oh, it was glorious.
I sort of want to marry V. And Evey. Oh, how I love Hugo Weaving and Natalie Portman. I’m glad she never took off his mask, too. Not only would it have ruined things, somehow, I’m entirely certain that the face under it was quite horrible, what with the fire.
Actually, I don’t suppose I’m quite coherent enough to give a good proper review, but then I rarely do good proper reviews. I ramble on about the things I liked, such as V’s most magnificent monologue, his little ode to alliteration and how fabulous it is. I loved how creepsome the mask looked, and I loved Mr. Finch, and I loved the “V” symbol. I’m putting it on a hat that I’m crocheting. At first I was going to put a pentagram on the hat, but I like the “V” better.
Also I loved Stephen Fry. Admittedly this is a given for me, but he brings me additional joy every time I see him, and he had a Qu’ran! It was so pretty! And I loved Valerie.
And what is it with me and The Count of Monte Cristo? I mean, I think I’ve read it twice now, at least, and seen it at least once as of now, but at the same time I haven’t. It’s starting to get silly. I really need to read the original.
Ok, back to crocheting.
All is full of love for V For Vendetta!