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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Wachowski Reloaded, Part 7: V for Vendetta (2006)



            Countdown to Jupiter Ascending, Part 7, in which we remember, remember the Fifth of November…

             Still worn out from the back-to-back filming of the conclusion to their Matrix saga, the Wachowskis decided to take another step back for their next film project, this time only writing and producing an adaptation of Alan Moore and David Lloyd’s seminal V for Vendetta and selecting their second-unit director on the Matrix films James McTeigue to step behind the lens for the actual shoot. The siblings had previously been drafted to pen the script by Joel Silver long before The Matrix, and decided to revisit the material as the post-9/11 political climate was eerily approaching Moore and Lloyd’s vision of a fascist dystopia.


            Growing up reading comics from the eighties/early nineties, I learned two things: 1. The Prime Minister of the UK was a lady named Margaret Thatcher, and 2. British comic book writers really didn’t like her. In a way, we should be thankful for the Iron Lady’s rule, as it produced a handful of comics that pushed the medium from “kid’s stuff” into more adult, literate fare, of which V for Vendetta was undoubtedly a member. Moore and Lloyd’s comic pushes all of that angst to its most extreme conclusion, where the fierce Neo-conservatism of the West during the reign of Thatcher and Reagan in the eighties led to full-out Nazism, whereupon a lone vigilante takes it upon himself to wage an anarchist revolution against the corrupt powers-that-be. The overall premise boils down to “anarchy vs. fascism,” and while it may appear to be one way at first, the comics are far more complex in their portrayals, what with the rather humanistic qualities of the fascists and the completely cold and ruthless titular anarchist.

            And that’s kind of where the filmmakers stumble in their intent. Make no mistake: V for Vendetta is a powerful movie, and easily one of the best science fiction films of the last decade or so. But by streamlining the original story and fitting it into a traditional, romantic Hollywood narrative, the Wachowski’s rob the source material of its fitting complexity. The British government come off as way too cartoonish, while the terrorist freedom fighter V is perhaps a bit too cute and cuddly. This causes considerable problems when V kidnaps Evey and puts her through a rather harrowing recreation of his concentration camp experiences: in the comics it works, because V is a remorseless bastard who cares for nothing but his mission, but the filmic V is different. He wears an apron and makes breakfast for Evey, he playfully fights a suit of armor while watching The Count of Monte Cristo… Hewing closer to the romantic hero ideal, the filmic V becomes downright cute and cuddly. So the fact that this character--one who the filmmakers have invested us in as a tragic, Andrew Lloyd Weber-esque Phantom--ultimately kidnaps and tortures Evey just to make a point is problematic to say the least, and speaks largely to the question of artistic intent, with the message the filmmakers want to portray sometimes being directly at odds with what the actual film is saying.  

            But, as problematic as that protracted section of the film is, it also contains the film’s best scene, and one of the most moving   This is the “Valerie” section, where Evey finds a letter written by a woman across the hall who’s been black-bagged and imprisoned just for being a homosexual. It’s a scene that lays out the pointlessness and just-plain stupidity of bigotry so clearly that it’s hard to see how anyone watching it holding those views won’t at least put them into question al little bit after viewing it. Now I know assholes will always be assholes, and nothing short of a gun to the head will ever change the minds of brain-washed generations raised in a paternalistic, white society that has used the basic differences of people to subjugate and proliferate them into being a part of a system that sustains itself through class, us-and-them mentalities… but it’s nice to dream, and the scene remains effective, nonetheless.

            The film is also extraordinarily well put together, in spite of the sometimes simplistic characterizations. The Wachowskis whittle down Moore and Lloyd’s epic tome of graphic literature into a 145 minute movie, and one that moves without the benefit of resorting to cheap action every five minutes. It’s also rather extraordinarily edited together with mirroring, rising and falling action that would trace the arc of a “V” itself. It’s a pretty stunning debut for James McTeigue… although it certainly feels more akin to the Wachowskis’ overall filmography. Of course, no movie is made on an island, and the “auteur” theory that tells us that each film has an author in its director is not quite so simple an explanation, but looking at McTeigue’s subsequent movies and here with V… well, two of those things are not like the other. I believe the Wachowskis definitely did the second-unit work here, and most likely completely directed the end fight all to themselves, but whatever the case, V for Vendetta continues their trend of thought-provoking ideas mixed in with popular entertainment, producing a rollicking good movie in the process. 


2 comments:

  1. I look forward to you finishing up this series. The Wachowskis are my favorite filmmakers of all time, and I greatly look forward to reading your thoughts on Speed Racer, Cloud Atlas, and Jupiter Ascending (which for my money was phenomenal and already woefully underrated). This has been a fantastic retrospective so far. Keep up the good work!

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  2. I'm glad you've enjoyed the series. Unfortunately, real life has up and kicked me in the balls these last few weeks, so I haven't had the chance to get to those last three. I do plan on finishing it, though... God willing, the last three posts will be up this week. Thanks for reading!

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