A Jumping Revolution

Rating: 7/10 (9 May 2020)

Believe me, V is the world's most elegant killer, geek, warrior and avenger.
He knew Shakespeare, he loved Tchaikovsky, he was moved by the revenge of monte cristo every time he saw it, he knew how to cook, he knew how to be nostalgic, he knew how to play old songs on the record player.
He did not belong to the world of his time, he was like an exiled aristocrat in the wrong time and space, enjoying himself but living alone.
He was romantic, and the explosives he used to destroy the Capitol building were even mixed with a lot of fireworks. The moment, the city shocked, people look up and see, the haze of the world has a fire tree honeysuckle. He turned revenge into a festival. He brings light.
For no reason, V always reminds me of the ivy-covered grey walls of old London, the rainy Thames, the Victorian street lamps in the fog, all the old, beautiful, and dim things.
The time of the story should be around 2040, in London.
It was the worst of times, when the whole of Britain was in the grip of a harsh power, like George Orwell's 1984, surrounded by sensors and surveillance systems, where people were silent and submissive.
V was the only survivor of the government's live experiment in viral bioweapons 20 years ago.
The object of his revenge was an era -- an orderly, gray, dead age in which gays, infidels, and political radicals would all be arrested and executed and somehow disappear as if they had never existed.
This world, stripped of all its heterogeneous elements, appears pure, calm, and without any edge, o Brave New World.
But the resentments of the masses have turned inward, into a kind of phantom utopia.
By accident, eve (Natalie berman) is caught up in V's revenge and brought back to his underground home.
The next day, she woke up, ignorant to hear swing to an old song, "tears into a river." Then there are the dark corridors filled with books, sculptures and paintings -- contraband from government warehouses.
Eve is a bit absentminded, whether go wrong time to come wrong age, she does not know today evening what evening.
Natalie portman, oh, I can't help but talk about her, the 12-year-old girl who has turned everything upside down. As an adult, she was becoming more and more normal, less and less evil, but still beautiful. And, this time, she meets the lonely killer again, fall in love with him again.
Love with forbearance and loneliness.
In the movie, she and V rarely have physical contact with each other. From beginning to end, they only share a dance, a kiss and a mask.
She didn't even know what he looked like.
Eve said to V
I don't understand why you have become the most important thing in my life when I know nothing about you.
Well, perhaps it is because there are so many people in this world who do not have a mask, but disguise themselves in other ways, that this man, wearing a mask, opens his soul. His beautiful dark old soul.
In the movie, there is a very touching letter hidden in a mouse hole in a cell.
"For you I don't know," it comes from a woman who was arrested for being gay and died in prison, vallari.
In the letter, she said, our dignity is so small, but that is all we have, that is the last inch of our territory, but within that inch, we are free.
Those who read the letter -- V, eve -- were deeply moved by it, and death is still holding its ground.
It was this letter that awakened the power that lay dormant within them, and enabled them to confront death and fear. They were free.
At the end of the story, V dies. He was lying in a train packed with explosives that ended at the Capitol.
He was surrounded by his red roses, the extinct scarlett Carson.
To his death he wore a mask, a smile of eternal contempt.
He went alone through the valley of the shadow of death to the chrysanthemum covenant, which he had made a year before.
He will twenty years of lonely planning, for a wild fireworks to see, to alarm, to cry, to joy.
The east dawns, and he brings light.