VoilĂ ! 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 villanous vermin vanguarding 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 verbage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Spectacular. Sweet. Inspiring. Stupefying. V for Vendetta can be said to be one of the highlights of this year. Natalie Portman excelled in her role, but it was Hugo Weaving, with his eloquence and poise, with his sleek, flowing movements, his smooth gestures that stole the show as the mysterious and passionate V.
It is inspiring, it is majestic, it is tragic, and above all it shows hope, freedom and wonder. It's an emotional piece of art that shows justice, vengence; a vendetta that has spurned the people to rise and make their own choices and stands.