The Gunpowder Treason and plot;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot. “
If you have recently seen V for Vendetta, or if you live in the UK, you might have a clue as to what I’m talking about. Today is Guy Fawkes Day, and “Bonfire Night”, observed all over Britain for hundred of years. More recently, today is celebrated as a kind of ‘don’t believe-everything-you-see-and-hear’ reminder all over the world having been brought to the forefront of our sense by the movie V for Vendetta bringing this national holiday to the big screen.
After watching the movie we just sat there, moved to outrage and that sense of awe that the original Matrix left you with when it first came out. A quote from Harry Potter, of all things, ran through my head, about making “the choice between what is right and what is easy.”
The original comic by Alan Moore, V for Vendetta is hailed as a literary marvel among comics. V’s “speech” (posted below) is not in the original comic, but was placed in the movie for a more eloquent introduction to the character.
For more information about the movie and Guy Fawkes, a very good source can be found here. This site also has a posting of Valerie’s letter. If you have seen the movie you know who she is.
I will leave this posting with some words from V. At one point in the movie, a favorite for fans it seems, V…played BRILLIANTLY by actor Hugo Weaving I might add…took a decided stroll through the world of iambic pentameter with his little “V speech”.
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.
Evey: Oh, right.
V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
Voila! In view 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 bygone 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????????s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.