… the 5th of November. Powerful words can shape an immortal idea. V for Vendetta, despite not making much of a splash at the box office, thrashes many of the other blokbusters hands down and is one of the movies I truly enjoyed in recent years.
How blur is the line between good and evil?
As we all learnt from history, sometimes, it just takes one event, with the right support from the masses, or the right media, to broadcast, propagate and transform that idea to become a culture-shifting milestone. Our world today could have been very different but for certain ideas and sometimes, that one single event, that tipped us from one extreme to the other.
Sep 11, 2001 — Collapse of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre in New York City, USA
Nov 9, 1989 — The Collapse of the Berlin Wall
April 12 1971– Beginning of ping-pong games (or diplomacy) between P.R. China and USA
June 28, 1914 — Assasination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand by Gavrilo Princip in Sarajevo, Yugoslavia
Evey: Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.We are told to remember the idea, not the man. Because a man can fail. He can becaught, he can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them; and die defending them. But you cannot touch an idea, cannot hold it or kiss it. An idea does not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man.
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 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, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V
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.
V: I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.
V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
V: But again, if truth be told… if you are looking for the guilty, you need only look in the mirror.
V: A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, blowing up a building can change the world.
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea.. and ideas are bulletproof.
Evey: I don't want you to die.
V: That's the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.
Finch: Who was he?
Evey: He was Edmond Dantés… and he was my father. And my mother… my brother… my friend. He was you… and me. He was all of us.