V For Vendetta
My last day out before the curtain comes down for a while. I had a choice of two films. Syriania or V For Vendetta. I was torn, but the comic book-loving, anti-ponce in me won out.
Oh dear, oh dear. V For Vendetta is an insanely bad movie of a very good book.
However, it is an intensely brave film. In fact, it is ridiculously courageous for a mainstream action movie. It should not be bold to talk about the justifiable, symbolic rationale for the explosive destruction of landmark buildings. It should not be bold to call the ideas that inspire terrorism 'bulletproof'. But of course these days it is. That Stephen Fry’s character ultimately gets shot not for being gay, but for having a copy of the Koran in his house, is deliriously daring for Hollywood.
Everything being set in England and not having one American voice in the film makes it somewhat safer, but it still takes balls for any studio-suckling scriptwriter to include the line: ‘Everything fell apart as America’s wars kept getting bigger.’ Yet for all that, anyone who has read the original comics will recoil with a shudder as punch after punch gets pulled or fails to find its intended target.
It would take several hundred words to explain why the film V For Vendetta is nowt but a tawdry impostor to Moore’s marvellous work of the same name. It would take even more words to catalogue the numerous, woeful problems that leave it drowning in the mire. However, those are words for another day. One question I do want answered, why the hell did the Wachowski brothers decided to name check Southend and make it pivotal to an introduced plot element? You have to worry somewhat when your obscure hometown finds itself stolen by the Matrix magpies.
Oh dear, oh dear. V For Vendetta is an insanely bad movie of a very good book.
However, it is an intensely brave film. In fact, it is ridiculously courageous for a mainstream action movie. It should not be bold to talk about the justifiable, symbolic rationale for the explosive destruction of landmark buildings. It should not be bold to call the ideas that inspire terrorism 'bulletproof'. But of course these days it is. That Stephen Fry’s character ultimately gets shot not for being gay, but for having a copy of the Koran in his house, is deliriously daring for Hollywood.
Everything being set in England and not having one American voice in the film makes it somewhat safer, but it still takes balls for any studio-suckling scriptwriter to include the line: ‘Everything fell apart as America’s wars kept getting bigger.’ Yet for all that, anyone who has read the original comics will recoil with a shudder as punch after punch gets pulled or fails to find its intended target.
It would take several hundred words to explain why the film V For Vendetta is nowt but a tawdry impostor to Moore’s marvellous work of the same name. It would take even more words to catalogue the numerous, woeful problems that leave it drowning in the mire. However, those are words for another day. One question I do want answered, why the hell did the Wachowski brothers decided to name check Southend and make it pivotal to an introduced plot element? You have to worry somewhat when your obscure hometown finds itself stolen by the Matrix magpies.
posted by David at 8:08 PM
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