I
watched V for Vendetta again because
I missed it. Anti-hero is a fairly stupid term. I have yet to meet a character
that isn’t, from word or scene one, the embodiment of audience sentiment. How
much more romantic could V be anyway? Horribly burned, loves art / dressing
well / Natalie Portman, and only uses knives to kill people. Find me a single
person that didn’t wish to be behind that mask.
On my
first trip through any film the journey is largely emotional. Seconds are for
analysis of theme and craft. I’m somewhat curious how I got swept up in this
film enough to ever want to watch it again. There is an interesting story here.
A skeleton of one. But it’s bound, shackled, and roughly shoved through the
Hollywood Machine. The tension is remarkable. Everyone save V acts as though
they delivered their lines at gun point. You can see they know how bad everything is. They know their lines are shit. Their throats constrict
and attempt to deny the foulness spreading . But these aren’t bad people! They
know! They can see and feel the actual story, the better one, but they have to
move point-to-point along the Hollywood Horseshit Trajectory. Finding love
where it doesn’t exist, good guys in hiding that switch alliance for the
flakiest reasons, and villains who corral the masses without a hint of
charisma.
All
throughout V flows without giving a shit. Credit to Hugo Weaving for not
overacting despite the full body armor. I know it’s a temptation. He plays with
and humors his fellow actors / actresses. At once moving the story along while
calling “bullshit” on all those strangled lines and performances. He’s not
immune, what with his ridiculous alliteration or his hideout that is trying so
hard the reek of desperation will fill whatever room you’re watching this film
in. Whereas everyone else has an undercurrent of “I can’t believe I’m doing
this”, V wears this mockery of heavy handed manipulation with such easy pride
he invites you to make sense of it as though there IS something deeper. Yes,
it’s ugly and stupid. That was easy enough to see. Dig deeper. Do you see
anything else? Are you as dumb as everyone else in this film? All mass produced
media is suspect, including this film. The underground delivers their message,
never overtly, can’t be found that way, but bobbing and weaving along this
mess. You can’t, no matter how “anti”, divorce yourself completely from the
society you live in. Impossible. Anti is still attached to the thing it despises
at arm, or hyphen, length.
V
smirks at your dismissal, when you take anything seriously, at the stupid, the
bits hidden beneath. He goes into a shootout wearing armor that was abandoned precisely
because it could not withstand firearm attacks! He is an empty vehicle. The
message a mad lib for you to fill in. You will not get anything new from this
film. But it may swirl your own thoughts around just right to extract
something. A new combination of ideas or feelings.
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