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The simple verdict: S For Satisfactory? A good movie, but not great.
The complicated verdict: it probably would have had a stronger impact on me if I had never read the graphic novel. It's both a blessing and a curse to have known and loved this work for years. I wish I could've been someone in the audience who was experiencing the power of the story for the first time. I was so busy mentally noting the differences between the film and the book that I couldn't properly enjoy the movie in its own right. On a second viewing maybe I can immerse myself more.
Glamour vs. Grit
This is a great looking movie, but maybe it looks too good, or too clean. In the graphic novel, David Lloyd's art depicts a decaying world where everything looks grimy (and vaguely diseased - including people) and sinister shadows are everywhere. The sense of oppression is downright suffocating. It makes you want to go outside for some fresh air after finishing the book. The movie, on the other hand, doesn't quite make the viewer squirm in that way. We are all sitting comfortably in our seats enjoying the proceedings. So I'm criticizing the film for not being more daring in challenging the audience's comfort level, but I'm also commending it for being a competent action flick that doesn't get bogged down in political sermonizing.
Certainly, no single 2-hour feature film could hope to capture every nuance of such a deep story as
V For Vendetta, so the film is vulnerable to the charge that everything has been dumbed down for the big screen. Maybe it should have been a meatier 3-hour movie. Maybe it could've used some of the grittiness of
Batman Begins. Could've, should've...wasn't. Alan Moore may well be disgusted that his dark political story has been turned into a glamourous action movie, which could be why he didn't want to be associated with it in any way. His name doesn't appear at all in the credits, just artist Lloyd's.
Mere escapist fare?
A review in a local newspaper summed up the film as basically flash without substance - a visually exciting joyride that takes elements from, say,
1984 and
Phantom of the Opera, but without offering much insight beyond just token dialogue about the thorny social/political issues raised. The reviewer thus deemed the film to be escapist fare and not much else (though very polished escapist fare). I agree and disagree with that. I agree that the film can seem at times to be nothing more than brisk and superficial entertainment because that's the price to be paid for skimming over much of the subtext of Alan Moore's carefully built story in order to try to squeeze in the major plot points. On the other hand, I disagree that this film is just mindless entertainment. Even if the film doesn't match the depth of the novel, there is more to absorb than just pretty explosions or V playing action hero. I have to wonder, could that be at the heart of the reviewer's objections? That
V For Vendetta is simplistic escapist fare simply because it has at its center a figure who goes around in a costume and has the power to change society? Of course, I can see critics laying such a charge at the book, not just the film. So, Orwell's
1984 can be considered a serious political drama, yet
V For Vendetta is nothing more than escapist fare? One expresses the "futile" passion of the individual against the state (Winston Smith), the other expresses the "effective" passion of the individual against the state (V). I'm stealing from Stephen Donaldson's "man as an effective passion" philosophy about fantasy to make that point. How is Orwell's work more relevant than Moore's (and vice-versa), in terms of political parables? What matters is that both are powerful cautionary tales.
I will concede that Moore's V has a superhuman quality to him that renders him less believable or endearing than Orwell's Smith, who is truly an Everyman victimized by the system. For me, the great power of Orwell's story resides in its message of utter hopelessness. On the other hand, the power of Moore's story is that ultimately there is hope, despite the human capacity for destruction and evil. V himself may be not exactly representative of the common person (unless we're all psychopaths harboring vendettas), but he does stand for all those in history who have had the courage to fight state tyranny. The local reviewer ultimately judged in his piece that V is the kind of dangerous force that can't be accepted if we wish to have a stable society. Sure, if we lived in a more or less free society already (and we do in the West), then of course we wouldn't want some deranged anarchist to destabilize what we've got. But I imagine V would be some sort of folk hero in Communist China or whatever other authoritarian regime you care to name. (I only mention China because of the irony that Mao was himself a kind of folk hero at the beginning.) So depending on whether you're the opressor or the oppressed, V is either a terrorist or freedom fighter to you. Shall I label the reviewer, who judged V a dangerous force, as part of the fascist media?
Hello, Padme, I'm Agent V...
Natalie Portman and Hugo Weaving...hmm, Star Wars royalty in cahoots with Elven royalty? Er, Matrix villainy? Weaving plays V as well as anyone could have hoped for, I guess. You never see his face, but his voice carries the day. Weaving's distinctive voice is so ubiquitous now (to me anyway) that it's actually not as distracting as it could have been. But Natalie Portman maybe wasn't the most ideal choice to play Evey Hammond. Personally, I would've liked to have seen a less well-known actress take the part. Unfortunately, in my eyes Portman's presence somewhat takes away from the illusion of this particular world the movie is trying to create, because she brings with her too much "Star Wars" baggage. Padme is still too fresh in my mind. The film might have been more effective (for me) if it had a cast of relative unknowns to create their own fresh mythos.
Stephen Rea does a fine job as the police detective - the "good man" caught up in the system. John Hurt as leader Suttler looks like he's having fun bossing everyone around. Again, it's a gleeful bit of casting irony to have him play a Big Brother type figure, since he had memorably played Winston Smith in the film adaptation of
1984.
I'd say director James McTeigue is a journeyman rather than a visionary filmmaker. To be fair, there are a few sequences in the film that are very well done, possibly even better than in the book. The sequence showing the Nazi-like treatment of the "patients" at Larkhill Detention Centre comes to mind. The story of the doomed girl Valerie was also well done, with beautiful imagery. Also, V's lair is almost spot-on perfect. But the film did not deliver any cinematic epiphany to my senses. Overall, there's nothing particularly special about
V For Vendetta as filmmaking art that I can see, certainly not pioneering like
Sin City which broke new ground for comic book adaptation, nor visionary like
The Matrix which broke new ground for visual effects (a film that McTeigue worked on as first assistant director). Since
V For Vendetta is McTeigue's directorial debut, maybe he should be given some slack. The movie is a fine effort, despite its shortcomings.
However, those shortcomings may lead filmgoers to conclude that Alan Moore's work is just an interesting but not particularly special comic book that isn't extraordinary enough to merit reading after seeing the movie. (Well, I guess they wouldn't know he wrote the original story, since they won't see his name anywhere). It would be sad if filmgoers didn't read the graphic novel, but they shouldn't be required to. The movie should succeed or fail on its own.