V for Vucking Stupid.
The current of approval that has risen around this movie is splashing my ankles in the murky waters of half-thought and moralistic hogwash. To applaud a movie for pandering to the ill-informed masses is no different than big-upping Jay-Z for this misguided sentiment, "I dumbed down for my audience to double my dollars." It's as though I can hear Ann Coulter's more intellectually astute supporters arguing that while she is over the top, at least she's pricking the ears of us woefully complacent liberals.
No no no.
V for Vendetta is a virulently venal venture that vends the very vision that vindicates the villains it vows to vilify. Restating the previous sentence minus the melodrama, because I, unlike this film that cloaks itself so shameless(full)y in the eye-catching doodads of demagoguery, have the modesty of purpose to speak what I mean.
What I mean is that the oversimplifications, distortions and outright fabrications that the Wachowski's patched together to mend their "message" only obscure further the state affairs they supposedly seek to uncover. What is needed is more critical thought, more questions, more searching, not a heavy-handed sermon that spoon feeds the same entertainment that makes us spectating babes snoozing comfortably in the first place. Anything that is hacked up, heavily processed and packaged for mass consumption will lure you to sleep, regardless of the basic materials that composed the original form. The flavor of Starburst Fruit Chews are "all natural." Go figure.
Can someone who clearly contains a solid store of thoughtfulness and diverse knowledge truly feel this film to be a "reasonable politically mature theater?" I find an unjustifiably wealthy, dagger throwing vigilante who has the good fortune to know exactly who to kill and why, to be somewhat out of the realm of contemporary political theater, where allegiances and virtues are about as clear cut as Nick Burg's throat.
This movie wasn't terrible, it also wasn't good, and it certainly wasn't transformative. It was entertainment, pure and simple, and for those of us who are politically minded, the spectacle is perhaps to be feared more than the fascist.
No no no.
V for Vendetta is a virulently venal venture that vends the very vision that vindicates the villains it vows to vilify. Restating the previous sentence minus the melodrama, because I, unlike this film that cloaks itself so shameless(full)y in the eye-catching doodads of demagoguery, have the modesty of purpose to speak what I mean.
What I mean is that the oversimplifications, distortions and outright fabrications that the Wachowski's patched together to mend their "message" only obscure further the state affairs they supposedly seek to uncover. What is needed is more critical thought, more questions, more searching, not a heavy-handed sermon that spoon feeds the same entertainment that makes us spectating babes snoozing comfortably in the first place. Anything that is hacked up, heavily processed and packaged for mass consumption will lure you to sleep, regardless of the basic materials that composed the original form. The flavor of Starburst Fruit Chews are "all natural." Go figure.
Can someone who clearly contains a solid store of thoughtfulness and diverse knowledge truly feel this film to be a "reasonable politically mature theater?" I find an unjustifiably wealthy, dagger throwing vigilante who has the good fortune to know exactly who to kill and why, to be somewhat out of the realm of contemporary political theater, where allegiances and virtues are about as clear cut as Nick Burg's throat.
This movie wasn't terrible, it also wasn't good, and it certainly wasn't transformative. It was entertainment, pure and simple, and for those of us who are politically minded, the spectacle is perhaps to be feared more than the fascist.