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V for Vendetta
- Official Site
- Metacritic Rating: 62
- My Rating: 8/10
A man, terribly scarred in his youth, wears a mask and enlists a young girl to help him get revenge on his tormentors. So far, so Lloyd Webber, you might think. But when this film opens with said masked avenger (cunningly known as “V”) blowing up the Old Bailey to the strains of the 1812 Overture, you can tell you’re in for something a little different.
To be fair, the film, based on Alan Moore’s graphic novel (he asked for his name to be removed from the film, which should tell you something, but I’m not sure what) may seem like Phantom does terrorism, but it is very much a film with a message about panic, censorship, the Big Brother state, Guantanamo (which is, it seems, a repeating theme – see my post on Inside Man when I get round to it)… and David Blunkett.
Agent Smith, hidden under the mask, does a fantastic job of creating a character whose face the audience never sees. I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for him not to be able to use his face to pass on the characters feelings, but that’s kinda the point. Natalie Portman as the not-so-ingenue almost manages to pull off a convincing English accent (only slipping a couple of times). Stephen Fry plays, well, himself, and John Hurt is very good value as the David Blunkett-Adolf Hitler chief badguy chappy.
Film-wise, V for Vendetta is fantastic. Some Matrix-like scenes (the director was an AD on the Matrix) merge with some fairly decent characterisation and a weird-but-wonderful plot to create a really, really good two hours, and I challenge anyone to walk out from this film without asking themselves some serious questions about how Britain and the US work at the moment and how they could be in 20 years time.
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