I rented this movie a few weeks ago called, V is for Vendetta, and I was pleasantly surprised at how good it was. Granted, it had violence in it, but I LOVED the main character that simply called himself, V. Upon self-introduction to the adjacent main character, Natalie Portman, he engaged in the most delicious monologue I have ever happened upon. I would just like to high-5 the writers of this monolific masterpiece. So, I leave you with the following. . .
“. . . suggest the character of this dramatis persona. . . Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes [def. - good or bad fortune] of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi [def. - voice of the people], now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified [def. - having given life] and has vowed to vanquish these venal [def. - corrupt] and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengance, 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 [def. - a type of thick soup] of verbiage veers most verbose.”
Hooray for words!
