Collision course with justice

(Crash/V for Vendetta review)

Hurtling into a
motley of stories,
a salvo
is fired
against
bigotry
underlying
all existence…

The violence
of words
and sentiment,
leave you
gasping...
untill…
you seize
a mouthful
of logic
and see
that contrived
coincidences
can’t be
an unflinching
look at reality.

But they
make for
great willing
suspension
of disbelief
in this
collision
course
of stories,
where
the message
is preachy
but the
scenes
are brief.

Fast cuts
and crisp
dialogues
keep the
intrigue
alive,
to your
relief.

**


V for vengeance,
V for villain,
V for vaudeville…
call him
what you will,
but V
is simmering
within;
coming to
a boil,
he’s our loathe
for all things
corrupt,
avaricious,
filthy.

Veiled anarchist
or a libertine
who decided
to take on
debilitating
hypocrisy,
V is a
perspective –
that questions
the tenets of
terrorism.

Visual incarnate,
Hugo Weaving,
does what
he can
wedged behind
the mask,
to suck us into
the vortex of
a despotic
world.

Vindicating
critics who
lambasted
Matrix,
the Wachowski
brothers pen
yet another
mind-bender.

Vignettes
of The Matrix
trilogy
in V
are not just the
obvious
one man
against
the system theme
– but the option
to go down the
rabbit hole
or to stay out…

Very fittingly,
V leaves
the decision
of whether or
not to blow up
the Parliament
to Evey (Natalie Portman),
an ordinary woman
living in a
extraordinary time.

Verdict: Living
in a world
that isn’t a
far cry from
the autocratic
realm depicted
in this film,
one that
has more than
its dark share
of one-sided wars,
murky politicking
and tailor-made news –
this movie
is a subtle urge
to viewers
to tap into V
– the potential
to make a choice
inside you and me.