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I've just seen the film and it made me want to go back to the comic, which for maybe 15 years I have felt was dingy, dated, distant, overworked, visually overcrowded, emotionally and intellectually uninvolving, and occasionally wincingly bad (a chapter based entirely around V singing a song, as I recall... which falls horrifically flat, and only shows off Moore's penchant for campy, pun-laden, sub-Cabaret lyrics.)
If I misremember, then it's because I haven't felt inclined to pick up the comic again after one read on its first graphic novel release. (So it's Moore's fault, you see.)
Apart from Portman's artificial accent, and the army of V, whose eager extras reminded me too much of the Fraggle Rock party in the Matrix, I felt it was a lot better than I'd expected, and more enjoyable and effective in fact than my memory of the original. The world-building was really interesting -- the domestic interiors, and corporate logos -- a sense of Britain that felt vaguely 1940s (rations, eggy in a basket) kind of 1970s (Benny Hill), with contemporary technology and topical references. And I felt these contemporary nods were actually quite pertinent satire -- Prothero as a Richard Littlejohn rabblerousing TV figure, the Three Lions tabloid, the sentimental ring-a-roses dead-kiddy monument -- with messages that even if not daring, were at least welcome -- the gov't and media creation of panic to justify further repression, the execution of terrorists-who-weren't, the demonising of Muslims and the quiet respect for the Koran.
Maybe the politics was just teenage-style posturing, as some reviews have said -- but I felt quite moved by the finale, when the dead returned, and gained a new admiration for Moore's language when it was spoken aloud in the Valerie sequence, and a respect for his message about retaining that one inch of integrity they can never take, which I think really hit home hard in the prison.
A shame to see only David Lloyd credited, with the author missing, but I am going to go back to Moore's book now, and perhaps he'd be happy about that.
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NB. I usually really dislike S. Fry, but he and Finch seemed to provide the heart of this film, compared to Evey and V's colder love. |
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