History Awesome / VForVendetta

'''V:''' No. What you have are ''bullets'', and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.\\

-->'''Creedy:''' We've swept this whole place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your ''bloody knives'' and your ''fancy karate gimmicks''! We have ''guns''.\\

** You forgot the best part: "Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask, there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ''[[PremortemOneliner ideas are]] '''[[YouCANNOTkillanidea BULLETPROOF!]]"''''' ''(NeckLift, NeckSnap)''

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively. I recall my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. [[AsTheGoodBookSays Well done, thou good and faithful servant.]] Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drill... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that [[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Always_Hurt_the_One_You_Love you always hurt the one you love...The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicOfTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''[[SuddenlyShouting NO!]]'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

* The fact that Creator/HugoWeaving didn't need a shred of face time and still knocked the acting ball out of the park with his performance; witty and childish most of the time, yet terrifying the next.

''(lots of gunfire ensues. V remains standing)''\\

* The [[SmugSnake smug]] and sadistic Louis Prothero bragging about how he'd have taken V down if he'd had the chance. Then when V appears seconds later about to seek revenge, Prothero is just about pissing himself with terror.
* V meeting the bishop. Only here, instead of the off-panel death of the comics, we get V kicking a solid wooden door down and in the process shattering it into so many splinters with an accompanying guitar riff. Followed by Lilliman trying to dispatch V with a gold-plated, engraved Beretta 1919, ([[BookSafe hidden in a cut-out of his bible of course]]), only for V to FlashStep the shot ''up close'' and get the pedophile priest in a joint-manipulation lock from the wrist; breaking probably every bone the dirty old man has in his arm. V fittingly giving him a pre-mortem eulogy via a quotation from Shakespeare's ''Richard III'' is just gravy at this point.
-->'''V:''' And thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends, stolen forth from holy writ and seem a saint when most I play ''the devil''...\\
'''Lilliman:''' Please, have mercy.\\
'''V:''' Oh not tonight, bishop. ''Not tonight.''

'''V:''' "Spare the rod..." (''brings the Fingerman's club down on the man's head'')

* V's last stand, especially the part that begins with the following line:

** Also, the dominoes scene in which all the tension builds towards the end, and the government slowly loses control of [[strike:the city]] the ''country''. Ah, hell, the whole movie, too.

* One of the corrupt policemen gun down a child for wearing a V mask. An angry mob shows up and one guy beats the bastard's head in with a shovel.
** The crowner? This event gave the necessary push for a full-scale revolution!
* Mention must be made to late cinematographer Adrian Biddle. This was the last film he completed before suffering a fatal heart attack, and it was his magnum opus: he manged to capture the shadowy, silhouetted environment of London and its characters, and enabled V to possess an atmosphere of anonymity and mystery.

--> ''Yes.''\\

-->'''V:''' [[Theatre/{{Hamlet}} "We are oft to blame in this, it is much too proved, that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself"]].
-->'''Pantsed Fingerman:''' (''terrified'') What's that mean?!
-->'''V:''' "Spare the rod..." (''brings the Fingerman's club down on the man's head'')

* V meeting the bishop. Only here, instead of the off-panel death of the comics, we get V kicking a solid wooden door down and in the process shattering it into so many splinters with an accompanying guitar riff. Followed by Lilliman trying to dispatch V with a gold-plated, engraved Beretta 1919, (hidden in a cut-out of his bible of course), only for V to FlashStep the shot ''up close'' and get the pedophile priest in a joint-manipulation lock from the wrist; breaking probably every bone the dirty old man has in his arm. V fittingly giving him a pre-mortem eulogy via a quotation from Shakespeare's ''Richard III'' is just gravy at this point.
-->'''V:''' And thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends, stolen forth from holy writ and seem a saint when most I play ''the devil''...
-->'''Lilliman:''' Please, have mercy.
-->'''V:''' Oh not tonight, bishop. ''Not tonight.''

-->'''Creedy:''' We've swept this whole place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your ''bloody knives'' and your ''fancy karate gimmicks''! We have ''guns''.
-->'''V:''' No. What you have are ''bullets'', and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
-->'''Creedy:''' [[TemptingFate That's impossible!]] Kill him.
-->''(lots of gunfire ensues. V remains standing)''
-->'''V:''' Ahhh... ''[[PreAssKickingOneLiner My]]'' ''[[NowItsMyTurn turn]]''.

* Mention must be made to late cinematographer Adrian Biddle. This was the last film he completed before suffering a fatal heart attack, and it was his magnum opus: he manged to capture the shadowy, silhouetted environment of London and its characters, and enabled V to possess an atmosphere of anonymity and mystery.

** You forgot the best part: "Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask, there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ''ideas are'' '' ''' BULLETPROOF!"''''' ''(NeckLift, NeckSnap)''

-->'''V:''' [[Music/TheRollingStones Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste.]]

''Yes,'' because our ''lives'' were wasted on your visions, and they were all we ''had. Yes,'' because I can't bear what you've ''done'' to us...\\

* The fact that Hugo Weaving didn't need a shred of face time and still knocked the acting ball out of the park with his performance; witty and childish most of the time, yet terrifying the next.

** You forgot the best part: "Beneath this mask there is more than flesh... Beneath this mask, there is ''an idea'', Mr. Creedy... "''AND IDEAS ARE BULLETPROOF.''" ''(NeckLift, NeckSnap)''

* V meeting the bishop. Only here, instead of the off-panel death of the comics, we get V kicking a solid wooden door down and in the process shattering it into so many splinters with an accompanying guitar riff. Followed by Lilliman trying to dispatch V with a gold-plated, engraved Beretta 1919, (hidden in a cut-out of his bible of course), only for V to FlashStep the shot ''up close'' and get the pedophile priest in a joint-manipulation lock from the wrist; breaking probably every bone the dirty old man has in his arm. V fittingly giving him a post-mortem eulogy via a quotation from Shakespeare's ''Richard III'' is just gravy at this point.

** And the scene previous this. Evey screams at V after finding out the prison she thought she was in was actually just a walled-off section of V's home, and the warden/guard V himself. It's her epiphany scene. V didn't know how else to free her from her fear other than subject her to a fraction of what he went through. Both Natalie and Hugh gave masterful performances here.

-->'''V:''' "We are oft to blame in this, it is much too proved, that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself."
-->'''Pantsed Fingerman:''' (terrified) What's that mean?!
-->'''V:''' "Spare the rod..." (brings the Fingerman's club down on the man's head)

* V escaping from prison with self-made explosives derived from fertilizer. Series/MacGyver himself could not have topped that one.

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively. I recall my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. [[AsTheGoodBookSays Well done, thou good and faithful servant.]] Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicOfTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''[[SuddenlyShouting NO!]]'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

* Mention must be made to late cinematographer Adrian Biddle. This was the last film he completed before suffering a fatal heart attack, and it was his magnum opus: he manged to capture the shadowy, silhouetted environment of London and its characters, and was able to enable V possessed an atmosphere of anonymity and mystery.