V for Vendetta is a 2006 tragic political activity movie coordinated by James McTeigue and composed by the Wachowskis, based on the 1988 DC restricted arrangement of a similar name by Alan Moore and David Lloyd. The film is set in an elective future where a Nordic supremacist and neo-extremist authoritarian system has oppressed the United Kingdom.
It focuses on V (depicted by Hugo Weaving), a rebel and veiled political dissident who endeavors to touch off a transformation through expounding fearmonger acts, and Evey Hammond (depicted by Natalie Portman) a youthful, average lady got up to speed in V’s central goal. Stephen Rea depicts an analyst driving a frantic journey to stop V.
The film has been profoundly respected for its political perspectives and position on a neo-fundamentalist extremist system that happens in a world that has gone bad. Numerous fans acclaim the film, as well as political groups. The film has various moving minutes and statements that have crowds pondering its more profound significance.
In the film, Evey winds up experiencing passionate feelings for V and him with her. In his last minutes, V reveals to Evey that he cherishes her. She changed the manner in which he saw his ultimate objective. As far as he might be concerned, it was consistently retaliation paving the way to the fantastic day. In any case, he began to look all starry-eyed when he thought it was unimaginable.
Evey doesn’t need him to go yet V consoles her. The most delightful thing she had at any point given him was her affection. She comprehended who he was past his agony and retaliation.
V for Vendetta’s topics stay pertinent and the film has a lot of understanding to bring to the table considering recent developments. The film’s numerous articulate and notable statements are the ideal method to recollect its victories and to rethink its ageless messages.
V: The past can’t hurt you anymore unless you let it
V: Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh, Beneath this mask, there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.
V: There are no coincidences, only the illusion of coincidences
V: People should not be afraid of their government, government should be afraid of their people.
V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
Evey: No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
V: V: Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgotten.
V: “There is no certainty, the only opportunity.”
V: A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. Alone, a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.
V: It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that she seems to have taken from these parts, and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead.
V: I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. [carves “V” into a poster on wall] 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, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
“- Creedy: Whatchya gonna do, huh? We’ve swept this place. You’ve got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.
– V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I’m no longer be standing, because if I am you’ll all be dead before you’ve reloaded.”
“- Evey: Who are you?
– V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
– Evey: Well I can see that.
– V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation; I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.”
“While the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.”
“It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that she seems to have taken from these parts, and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead.”
“In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.”
“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.”
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening, while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how “different” became dangerous. I still don’t understand it, why they hate us so much.
Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea… and ideas are bulletproof.
Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain.
Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
People shouldn’t be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.
Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.
Where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.
She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.
If you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
They made you into a statistic. But, that’s not the real you. That’s not who you are inside.
Love your rage, not your cage.