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V for...
First things first: the lack of blood and chaos in the icon saddens me, but it is an icon for living. Now moving on.
I always knew that blades beat firearms. Explosives notwithstanding.
The things that touched me: no one is able to truly assess their strength before it matters; a lone person may put the v in revolution but to carry it out the people are needed. Glorious visuals - things like the masks, the masks! Actual political comedy, of the politics of the world. It was so well done that I laughed with mirth along the people sitting in the bar, in the living room, in the old people's home. An image of a future; people with power actually do that shit in reality. A love story; two individuals who, in the end, stand on equal footing. A love story in a more general sense too.
What kept me from sinking to the world wholly was my friend, who chuckled in a small voice in all the places where I was about to cry. I hated her for that during the movie, but maybe it was a good thing. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could keep me from crying for her and her Ruth (and all, all the others) though.
The intertextuality - boy am I glad that I'd read Monte Cristo before I saw that. Seen Faust, and others too, to a lesser extent. "If I can't dance, it's not my revolution." Also, "codename V" made me laugh uncontrollably, but that was completely unintentional from their part.*cough-takeuchinaoko-cough*
Staring at a white wall, drooling. Surely I'll see it again.
Death, and revolution. Blood, roses, and revolution.
I always knew that blades beat firearms. Explosives notwithstanding.
The things that touched me: no one is able to truly assess their strength before it matters; a lone person may put the v in revolution but to carry it out the people are needed. Glorious visuals - things like the masks, the masks! Actual political comedy, of the politics of the world. It was so well done that I laughed with mirth along the people sitting in the bar, in the living room, in the old people's home. An image of a future; people with power actually do that shit in reality. A love story; two individuals who, in the end, stand on equal footing. A love story in a more general sense too.
What kept me from sinking to the world wholly was my friend, who chuckled in a small voice in all the places where I was about to cry. I hated her for that during the movie, but maybe it was a good thing. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could keep me from crying for her and her Ruth (and all, all the others) though.
The intertextuality - boy am I glad that I'd read Monte Cristo before I saw that. Seen Faust, and others too, to a lesser extent. "If I can't dance, it's not my revolution." Also, "codename V" made me laugh uncontrollably, but that was completely unintentional from their part.
Staring at a white wall, drooling. Surely I'll see it again.
Death, and revolution. Blood, roses, and revolution.