Today is oh so undergrad. Iggy came over to nap when I got out of work and ended up watching Sex and the City instead. She took me to seeV for Vendetta (more on that later) and I took her to the diner (which was sketchy in a hilarious over the top Jersey sort of way) and now we're drinking, listening to Gang of Four and taking her pills.
So. I didn't have any idea what to expect from V. The people in New York who've been trying to make a hubub about it are sort of twats so I didn't pay too much attention to them. Their basic gripe is that the comic is overtly (as in, literally and just ... ABOUT) anarchist revolution and that the movie isn't (or, doesn't say so). I think the movie was, aside from stylish, nice looking, and sweet, overtly and blatently anarchist (a leaderless, unplanned, semi-coordinated, rhizomatic/nomadic revolution against the state in favor of anything else, experimentation, and individual/communal governance). The only time the word anarchy was spoken was in a sort of gag, and it irritated me, but it certainly wasn't actually intended to represent anything anarchist. There were a few strate up corny shots and very cheesy lines, but nothing akin to the shite in the latter two Matrix movies (and the brother W (just because I can't spell their sodding names) didn't direct this, just wrote it), but there were also a few really beautiful shots. There were 'side' stories, which I think were integral to the movie, so weren't really side stories, which were beautiful and I cried a few times. The acting was pretty good, nobody particularly blew me away (Portman had a few moments) and, granted, it's rather hard to judge an actor who's face is covered for an entire movie. I mean, basically, it was a movie about passion and hope and revolution, it was very very very ballsy, I'm amazed parts of it didn't get cut. I think it was just great propaghanda, as much anti-state as pro-gay (which I didn't expect). It's been about a decade since I read the book so I can't speak to that, but it was a bloody good flic.
So. I didn't have any idea what to expect from V. The people in New York who've been trying to make a hubub about it are sort of twats so I didn't pay too much attention to them. Their basic gripe is that the comic is overtly (as in, literally and just ... ABOUT) anarchist revolution and that the movie isn't (or, doesn't say so). I think the movie was, aside from stylish, nice looking, and sweet, overtly and blatently anarchist (a leaderless, unplanned, semi-coordinated, rhizomatic/nomadic revolution against the state in favor of anything else, experimentation, and individual/communal governance). The only time the word anarchy was spoken was in a sort of gag, and it irritated me, but it certainly wasn't actually intended to represent anything anarchist. There were a few strate up corny shots and very cheesy lines, but nothing akin to the shite in the latter two Matrix movies (and the brother W (just because I can't spell their sodding names) didn't direct this, just wrote it), but there were also a few really beautiful shots. There were 'side' stories, which I think were integral to the movie, so weren't really side stories, which were beautiful and I cried a few times. The acting was pretty good, nobody particularly blew me away (Portman had a few moments) and, granted, it's rather hard to judge an actor who's face is covered for an entire movie. I mean, basically, it was a movie about passion and hope and revolution, it was very very very ballsy, I'm amazed parts of it didn't get cut. I think it was just great propaghanda, as much anti-state as pro-gay (which I didn't expect). It's been about a decade since I read the book so I can't speak to that, but it was a bloody good flic.
iggy:
ho bag.
iggy:
sorry i forgot my pills tonight.