Haunted by V for Vendetta like I am? I've seen it twice now, and I feel a desperate urgency to see it again. Been a while since I've fallen in love with a movie like this. The Lord of the Rings installments, sure, but before that, maybe The Matrix? These Wachowski Brothers, they vibrate, eh?
I dunno how expansive geekiness can be, whether I'm alone in appreciating the theatrical geekiness of Vendetta, but I do know that V's introductory monologue might be pretty atrociously written -- maybe; I'm not sure -- but it would not work without the theatrical geekiness of Hugo Weaving behind V's mask and supplying V's voice. That speech with all the V words... it's so thrilling because it's so convincingly delivered, however ludicrous it might be on its face. V is a seductive lunatic because he's funny -- he is, like all good geeks, self-deprecating:
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.




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