Gentle readers, I am here to inform you that I have just returned from a most excellent, and most inspirational, film.
I am not altogether impressed with the products of Hollywood. In general, I find them rather dull and pointless, though there may be rare shining gems among them.
This movie was one of them.
Rarely in these times does a film have a political point. Rarer still is the point set out clearly, rationally, elegantly, and beautiful, such that it seems so perfectly logical that the viewer might ask why they didn’t come to this point on their own. Even more unusual, a movie which suggests that anarchy is the only real solution. A movie which is right, and so plainly that it disturbs me not to have seen it before. This film took the pulse of society and presented us with a diagnosis, and a cure. Sometimes, a movie will move a viewer to some sort of conclusion, or thought. But this film made me want to rise from my seat and cry:
“If thy hand offend thee, cut it off.”
This film made me want to leap up into instant action against the wrongs of this world, because it set them out with such grace that I have no choice but to act, for if you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face, forever.
My children, we live in a world consumed by slow decay. We are surrounded with the seeds of oppression, and if we do not weed them out, they will grow into sturdy trees, which will be all the more difficult to remove. My children, the American government, and, indeed, governments in general, are wrong. It is our duty as citizens to right this wrong, to live in a world without fear and oppression, to put an end to totalitarian regimes. Each of us, alone, is not enough. But we are many, and they are few, my children.
“People should not be afraid of their governments; governments should be afraid of their people.”
Where are you, my children, and why are you not coming forth? Why are you not acting to overthrow and put a stop to wrongness before it consumes us? Perhaps it is because the tentacles are already around us, ensnared in our hair and flesh, and we cannot disentangle ourselves. Perhaps you are afraid?
I have made a habit, these last few years, of reading 1984 to remind myself of what could be.
I want all of you, now, to go forth and see V for Vendetta to understand what has already come to pass, and what we will further if we continue to stand idly by.
[V for Vendetta]