viva la revolution

I saw V for Vendetta opening Friday. I have to say, it entertained me a bit more than March of the Penguins. That’s not a shot at conservatives (well, maybe a little one) but a mere observation.

When the movie came out, the viewers responded enthusiastically, not exactly towards the amount of special effects that may have been taken to a plateau of high expectancy considering the last superior piece of film making by the Wachowski Brothers (The Matrix Trilogy), but this time the quite essential experience of this film was towards the audacious plotting that expressed gratitude for what is perceived rightly next to a world of persons of unorthodox points of view whose ranks nonetheless appear to be steadily expanding in our reality with every passing year.

"V" (Hugo Weaving) is man who has been tortured by his government, and for twenty years has planned to settle the score one way or another. He meets Evey (Natalie Portman), a young assimilated woman whom he saves from a few despicable government officials. Not taken lightly by his radical opposition, imagination and mystery, Evey’s past and discerns of her life are instinctively reignited from a world of extreme disillusionment. And she joins 'V' in a fight to topple the totalitarian government.

For those who wish to be spared from the messages of intellectual exercise that are delivered, you’ve got a mask, a black outfit, knives, karate, politics and Natalie Portman–need I say more?

What else can I say? I’m seeing it again for the second time later today because it’s a movie that didn't disappoint in the least at my first screening. "V for Vendetta" is the quintessential chicken soup for the activist soul, of which I am fond of. Anyone who knows full well that "it's not the people who should be afraid of the government, but the government who should be afraid of the people", know that this movie will strike a chord in every single fibre of one's yearning for freedom. Viva La Revolution. Eh, Comrades?